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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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🖤 title: raze & level

🖤 pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

🖤 wc: 6.4k

🖤 song: "seventh" - bosco

🖤 cw: mdni, nsfw, characters aged up 21+ as per usual, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol consumption, fluff

🖤 an: i adore yuuji for many reasons, but one of the main ones has to be because of the way he blends and balances warmth and kindness with conviction and fierce passion

🖤 banner fanart by @victoriacapo

Yuuji raised his head off of his pillow and reached for his phone. It was late, but when he saw your name on the screen, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. Did I wake you up?” you asked softly.

Yuuji yawned. “Nuh-uh. What’s up?”

“Can I come over?” Your voice wavered. “I know it’s late, but I really need to not be alone right now.” It was obvious you were crying.

The pink-haired male sat up, his brow furrowing as he switched the phone to his other ear. “You okay? Do you need me to come get you?”

“No, I can drive. Are you sure it’s okay, Yuuji? I don’t wanna impose-”

“Of course, it’s okay,” he interrupted.

“Alright.” You sighed. “I’m leaving my place now.”

“See ya soon. Be careful.”

“Thank you. You’re amazing, Yuu.”

I’m amazing. Right. Yuuji dropped his phone on his chest and dragged his hands down his face, groaning. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what you were upset about. That, or he was struck with another bout of wishful thinking.

You’d texted him 3 separate times already this week about your douchebag of the month. Yuuji knew the bro code and therefore also knew that in your mind you were dating the douchebag, but in reality he’d just been toying with you, leading you on with little more than crumbs - just enough to make sure if he called or texted that you’d be there waiting for him with open legs.

Yuuji wished he could tell you that. Well, he had told you that - in so many words - about the fuckboy you dated a couple of months ago. He didn’t even have to meet the guy to know he was just using you for sex, and he told you as much. He’d hoped you’d open your eyes to the truth instead of blinding yourself with whatever it was you wanted to see. But it backfired.

You got so mad at him that you didn’t speak to him for over 2 weeks. “Damn it, Yuuji! Why’re you acting like a jealous boyfriend all of a sudden?” you’d said before storming out of his apartment.

Now, as much as it pained him to watch the girl he was secretly in love with pine for some dude who didn’t deserve to lick the dirt off her shoes, Yuuji hadn’t wanted to say or do anything that would jeopardize what he had with you. He reasoned that having you in his life as a friend was better than not having you around at all, though he wanted much, much more.

But he’d been doing some thinking and decided that he’d rather you hate him if it meant you’d stay away from the fuckboys and find someone else who would love you even half as much as he did. Besides, he had fallen even more in love with you since then and the pain was getting worse.

His heart ached every time your hand so much as grazed against his. The way you leaned against him sometimes when he made you laugh made his heart beat faster for you. You’d probably never know how many times he’s wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you until you felt all the love he harbored for you.

You knocked on his door and heard his voice call out from inside. “Door’s open!”

He’d left his door unlocked for you, as he always did. You walked in to find your best friend standing up from the couch. He stretched his arms over his head, his shirt lifting just enough to expose his lower abs and black happy trail. The black waistband of his underwear peeked out from the top of his light grey sweats. He greeted you in the middle of a dramatic yawn before shuffling into his kitchen.

“Thanks for letting me come over, Yuuji. I’m sorry it’s so late.”

He waved your apology away. “Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“I just found out he’s been fucking someone else on the side.”

About fucking time you figured it out, Yuuji thought. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s honey whiskey. “So, another one bites the dust, huh?”

Before he could turn around you’d already wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his back, crying. “I just don’t get it, Yuuji. What’s wrong with me? I can’t figure out if I’m too much or not enough-”

He spun around and grabbed you by the shoulders, the severe look in his eyes catching you off guard. He was grinding his teeth, his jaw flexing as he stared down at you, his brow knitted in frustration. Sukuna’s eyelids had always made him look more tired than he was.

“What?” you asked, the rest of the words on your tongue forgotten.

He let go of your shoulders and stepped outside of your reach. You watched as he leaned against the opposite countertop, unscrewed the cap from the whiskey bottle, and took a long, hard swig.

You slowly took the bottle from his outstretched hand and took a pull of whiskey while watching him rub his eyes with his palms, realizing that your friend seemed a little worse for wear as well.

“What’s going on, Yuu? I can tell something’s eating at you,” you said, passing the Jack Daniel’s back to him.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose before forcing the most convincing smile he could muster. “Nah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before speaking. “Bullshit. I know the difference between your real smile and your fake one. You know I hate it when you pretend like everything’s okay when I know it’s not.”

He averted his eyes and took another drink.

“What’s wrong, Yuuji? Talk to me.”

Before you stood a man with nothing to lose. He’d already decided he would confess to you the next time you came crying to him over some loser who had hurt you. He was sick of seeing you brokenhearted, knowing that he would make you the happiest girl in the world if given half a chance.

And he was tired of hurting too. You had no idea you’d broken his heart, one hairline crack at a time.

He knew everything was about to change between you. But it was worth everything to him to risk the loss of your presence from his life - his world - if it meant that you could ultimately be happy and properly loved by someone else.

Fuck it, he thought. It’s now or never. He took another heavy swallow of liquor. You were about to tell him to stop bogarting the booze when he finally began to talk.

“Alright, you want the truth? Here it is. You’re fucking gorgeous, (Y/n), and anyone who can’t see or appreciate that and all the other beautiful things about you is the one who’s not enough!” He pointed at you with the bottle in his hand. “And if you’re too much of anything, it’s your light! From the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve blinded me and I can’t see anyone else! You’re fucking perfect, they don’t deserve you, and I love you!”

Your heart leapt into your throat, making it difficult to breathe. As did his. He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

He looked away before hazarding a glance at you from the corner of his eye, your face clearly indicating your astonishment. “Not that it matters to you.” He took another swig from the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, teeth clenching from the burning in his throat.

“It does matter to m-“

He interrupted you. “I don’t even care if you hate me and never wanna talk to me again after this! But as your friend I’m not gonna stand by and keep my fucking mouth shut anymore while you get treated like some shithead’s pocket pussy! You need to know the truth because you deserve so much better! If you were my girl I’d treat you like a real man should!”

“Then step the fuck up already and make me your girl, damn it!”

“Fine! Wait what?” Surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. He looked down at the label in his hand. Must be the whiskey, he thought.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words? Hm? How many times I’ve thought about how much happier I’d be with you?”

It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway.

“I- I didn’t know.” His softer voice had returned, though raspy from the liquor and the yelling. “How long?”

You picked at the cotton cuff of your hoodie sleeve. “Since the first time I saw you.”

He set the honey whiskey aside and took a step towards you. “Why didn’t you say something to me?”

“You were already dating someone, Yuuji! Even after you broke up I thought you only saw me as a friend. You've never even hinted at anything else!”

“Are you mad at me?”

“A little, yeah. All this time I’ve been fighting my feelings for you just to find out you’ve been too chickenshit to make a move while simultaneously getting my heart broken by fuckboys when I could’ve been with you all along!”

He took another step towards you, glancing at your lips.

“I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.” He put his hands on your shoulders and slid his thumb along the curve of your neck. Just a subtle touch from him set your skin ablaze. “But I guess now we both know things can’t stay the same anymore.” He furrowed his brow, his eyes still locked on yours, and sighed. “Even if we could forget this conversation ever happened, my heart wouldn’t and if my honesty destroys everything then so fucking be it.”

You thought for a moment, swirling your fingers in a circle along his forearm. “Well. If we’re gonna raze our friendship to the ground,” you said, looking up at him with daring eyes, “we might as well go all out.”

His hands slid down your back and waist before stopping on your hips.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his eager eyes nervously searching yours.

“I really wish you would,” you said.

His hands cupped your face, his thumb wiping your last tear away. He was in awe of you, admiring the way your eyes slid shut as you leaned into his touch. His sweet breath tickled your cheek, the scent of a charred oak barrel warm against your skin.

Your hearts pounded, your knees felt weak. The whole world stopped moving when Yuuji softly slotted his lips with yours. You matched his pressure and moved your lips with his, the heat between you melding you together with this one kiss.

Your heavy eyelids opened to find yourself trapped by his adoring gaze.

How was it that he found himself standing in front of you like this? With your hands gripping his broad shoulders and his face mere inches from yours, watching as you licked the taste of his kiss from your lips, sending that familiar ache straight to the base of his spine.

He looked into your eyes, searching your soul for even a hint of hesitation, but instead found a fire that burned only for him.

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled him down to you by the fistsful of his t-shirt as your lips crashed together. Your hands slid into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He wrapped his strong arms around your body, squeezing you tightly just as you rolled your tongue over his.

You gasped when your back was forced against the wall behind you. Yuuji deepened the kiss, his intensity growing in direct proportion to your urgency.

He pressed himself against you, the shape of his stirring cock obvious against the crease of your leg. You rolled against him, your hip catching the sensitive head through his sweats, making him groan in your mouth. He filled his hands with your ass and squeezed, pulling your lower half tighter against him, craving more of your body’s friction against his growing erection.

You tugged at his white t-shirt before pushing it up to his chest, urging him to take it off. The first time you saw Yuuji without a shirt on you thought that if you ever got the opportunity you were going to cop a feel of his perfect six pack. Well, now was your chance.

His warm, soft skin goosebumped under your touch as you explored his twitching muscles and the dips between them. The small patch of hair on his broad chest tickled your fingers, his heart pounding within as he peeled his shirt off for you, teeth clashing as he dove back into your kiss.

Yuuji unzipped your hoodie and pushed it off your shoulders, leaving you in your tank top, braless, your nipples already standing at his attention. Part of him wanted to rip your clothes off, but the bigger part of him wanted to savor this, to indulge in every little step towards the demise of your platonic relationship. In case this was to be the only time his hands would roam your body freely he wanted to take his time and commit every inch of you to his memory.

Your fingers began to play at the top of his sweats, the hair beneath his navel tickling your knuckles. Yuuji gripped the underside of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the warmth of his skin burning against the insides of your thighs. He carried you to his living room and laid you down in the comfortable spot he’d occupied when you walked through his door.

He leaned over you, pitching a prominent tent in his sweats. You shifted and squirmed, positioning your slit against his engorged cock. With his tongue swirling around yours, he cupped his hand under one of your breasts before giving it a slow, firm squeeze. Your back arched, your pebbled tits jutting out and beckoning him for more of his touch.

Yuuji slipped one of his hands beneath your loose fitting tank, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as his warm hand slid over one of your soft tits. He pulled away from your kiss to help lift your top over your head before tossing it over his shoulder and licking his lips. Your whole future flashed in his honey brown eyes as they took you in and drank you down.

“Is this okay?” Yuuji asked, still dry humping you as the back of his fingers traced along your jaw.

You smiled and nodded, answering him with a breathless “yes”.

You could hardly believe this was happening. Here you were with your best friend, Yuuji Itadori - his godlike body hovering above you with your back on his couch. His slow hands touching your searing skin, dipping his head down to lavish your nipple with his tongue, his pink hair tickling the most sensitive spots on your neck.

He rolled his hips against you, his clothed cock rubbing against your slit with every stroke. Knowing he was this hard for you made you even wetter for him, though you wondered if you’d be able to take him all the way. Even through the thick fabric of his sweats, now with a darkened wet spot from his leaking tip, you’d accurately surmised that Yuuji was well-endowed and you were done waiting to touch him.

He moaned when your fingertips blazed along the skin above his boxer briefs.

“(Y/n)...are you sure you mmmmmmm…” He completely lost the ability to speak when your hand slipped inside his underwear and found his hot cock. You coated his thick tip with his pre, massaging it as more leaked out, slowly working the clear fluid along his length with your fist. “Fuuuck…” Yuuji’s head dropped to the crook of your neck, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips. “…feels so good, (Y/n)...touching me like this.”

Your clit buzzed as Yuuji fucked his cockhead into your hand, his clothed shaft grinding down along your slit. Through the thin material of your shorts you could feel the thick vein underneath his cock rolling over your swollen bud. “Yuuji…”

He hummed.

“Want you t’touch me too,” you cooed.

Slipping his hands between your bare legs somehow felt wrong to him until you reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding him closer to your moist heat. Still grinding against you he slipped his fingers inside the leg of your shorts. You bit your lip to keep from crying out when his knuckles grazed your wet slit.

“You’re not wearing any panties?”

Having lost the ability to speak, you shook your head no.

He smirked. “Didn’t expect that.” His calloused index and middle fingertips glided over your slippery clit. “Mmm…damn, (Y/n), you’re already so wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth.

You sighed when he slid his middle finger inside you, your fingertips digging into his arm. Your best friend was going to make you fall apart all around him - right along with your friendship.

Yuuji was knuckle-deep inside your pussy, reaching diligently for that unmistakable rough pad of flesh just inside. The head of his hard cock rubbing his wet spot against your clit.

“Yuuji…” you gasped, thighs squeezing around his ribs as you pushed the waistband of his sweats down with your toes. “Need to feel more of you. P-please.”

He reached between you and pushed his sweats down to his athletic thighs. You moaned at the sight of his long, thick cock bouncing in its freedom. Licking your lips, you watched as a fresh bead of his precum drooled from the tip. A couple of prominent veins adorned his shaft and his dark pink tip peeked out of his foreskin. He throbbed in your hand as you pulled the sheath of skin back to expose his cockhead.

Yuuji noticed you staring and smirked, feeling a little shy when you looked up at him again. You moved your shorts to one side for him, letting his bare cockhead kiss your clit. So close to coming already, your heels dug into the backs of his thighs. You swore between gritted teeth at how good it felt when he added his ring finger to tug on your sweet spot.

You squirmed under him, rocking your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. He moaned at the sensation of your soft walls closing in around his digits. He smirked against the curve of your neck, kissing and grazing his teeth along your sensitive skin.

“Is it okay if I make you come?” Yuuji’s breath was uneven against your dampening skin.

“Oh god yes Yuuji,” you gasped in his ear.

“That’s it, come for me (Y/n)…”

”Yes…oh fuck…Yuuji!”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, unrelenting in his ministrations.

Your fingertips dug into his bare, wide shoulders when the coil within you snapped.

Yuuji’s heart felt so full when you came apart around his fingers. He knew you needed to feel safe - physically and emotionally. So honored that you trusted him to be there, keeping you close and letting you ride out your orgasm as you ground your weeping slit against his throbbing cock.

When your waves of pleasure subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them before wiping them on his abs. Your eyes remained closed, chest rising and falling as he settled between your legs to be closer to you. He placed a couple of tender kisses on the side of your face, making you smile.

“Damn, Yuuji…”

He hummed against your jugular as his hot breath fanned across your throat.

“I haven’t been able to come like that in so long…” Your eyes opened to find him looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His kind eyes reflected back to you all the love and admiration he felt for you. You put your hand on his face, bringing him closer to kiss him.

Yuuji slid his body further down between your legs, kissing and nipping at your tits and navel and hips as he went. He kissed along your inner thigh, burning a slow trail to your sex before pushing the crotch of your soaked shorts to the side. You looked down to find his lust blown eyes staring into yours with a fire in them you’d never seen before.

“Yuuji, you don’t have to-ohhhhfuck.”

His pretty lips closed around your clit as your head fell back onto the couch. You whined and moaned, squirming under his tongue as he lapped at your swollen pink bud. You were close to coming again when he pulled away, tugging urgently at your shorts before yanking them off your legs, rendering you completely naked.

“Mmm you taste amazing, (Y/n).”

He dove back in, lapping and licking and suckling at your clit while he slipped his skilled fingers back inside to play with your g-spot. Typically you’d be too sensitive this soon after an orgasm to handle this much stimulation, let alone to find yourself on the precipice of another one.

But Yuuji’s tongue felt so damn good swirling and flicking, teasing your lips, kissing and sucking on your twitching clit. Hands down the best head you’d ever had. It was as though your pussy was the first body of water his tongue had found after seeking it in the desert for centuries, hellbent on devouring every last drop.

You balled your fists into his pink hair, riding against his face with little regard for his comfort. Not that he paid any mind. He’d die a happy man a million times over if it meant suffocating between your trembling thighs.

“Y-yuuji-“

He closed his eyes and hummed, putting every ounce of focus into your pleasure. He rutted against the couch cushion on instinct, his leaking precum puddling into a dark spot on the fabric.

“Oh-hmmm…Yuuji? M’gonna come again!” you whined.

With the fingers of one hand gripping his upper arm and the other in his hair you braced yourself for the boulders of ecstasy that began to tumble through your bones. The heels of your bare feet provided little more than a massage against Yuuji’s muscular back when they dug in.

He relished the pain of your fingers tugging at his hair, twisting his powder pink locks in your fist while the other left fresh crescent moons in his tricep. But the sound of his name, his name - Yuuji - falling from your addictive lips just one more time was, to him, worth all the pain and suffering the world had to offer.

His fingers were still slowly rubbing the inside of your honeyed walls when he raised up to kiss you, your distinct flavor lingering on his tongue.

Yuuji sat up before leaning back on his heels, his proud cock standing at full mast, aching for your attention. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning towards you again only for his sweet brown eyes to widen when your hand pressed on his hard chest, pushing his back against the couch.

“Mm…wanna taste you…” You slurred your words in your pleasure-drunken state.

Yuuji’s hands gripped the cushions beside him when your teeth playfully grazed his collarbone. “Fuck, (Y/n)...” he groaned.

You sank down between his legs until your knees touched the floor beneath you.

Yuuji pushed his bottoms down to his knees before working them off one leg at a time. He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. He was nervous and comfortable at the same time - comfortable with you but nervous about whether or not you liked his body. He knew he had a decent physique - but did you like it? Then there were the scars. And that random birthmark on the back of his thigh.

“I never thought I’d find myself in this position with you…” you mused, heat blossoming on the apples of your cheeks.

“Me either,” Yuuji said. “But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it a thousand times.”

“You fantasize about me?”

“Yeah?” Yuuji grimaced. “Do you think that’s creepy?”

“Not at all.” Yuuji pressed his fist against his forehead, watching as you kissed the scar next to his navel. You wrapped your nimble fingers around his cock and squeezed his thigh. “I’ve thought about you too while, you know…touching myself.”

Yuuji’s moan was low and deep, his warm pre rolling down along the underside of his shaft, daring you to taste it. “Y-you have?”

You hummed as you kitten-licked the broad head of his cock and giggled at the way Yuuji’s legs jumped. He tasted warm and salty like fresh cream, but better. One sample was all it took - you pulled his foreskin all the way back and swirled your tongue around his spongey tip.

“Oh shit, (Y/n)…” he moaned.

You licked along the underside of his glans, seeking every last drop of his flavor that had collected there. Yuuji observed, though struggling to focus through the searing heat that had been pooling at the base of his spine.

You gracefully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, stretching them around his girth. Yuuji thought he would lose his mind when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him in a little more. There was no way you could take all of him but you weren’t above choking on him to give him your best effort.

You wanted every inch of Yuuji. You craved every drop of him. Every moan that poured from his lips. Every ounce of love that he had for you. Every beat of his heart through the pulse of his pretty cock.

“Ohh fuuhhhh-” Yuuji’s eyes rolled back as they slid shut. The wet heat of your mouth, the drag of your sweet lips along his length as you bobbed up and down made his head spin.

You did your damnedest to lick the ridge on the underside of his thick shaft with every pass. You gagged on him and he pulled himself out, his big brown eyes filled with worry and regret.

“Shit, are you okay, (Y/n)? I shouldn’t hahhhfuuuck.”

You took him deep inside your greedy mouth again, sucking and licking like a woman starved.

“Ohshit, I-hmm…” He threaded his fingers through your hair, moving it to the side to preserve his view of your perfect face as you stuffed it with his cock.

“(Y/n)...”

You knew he was close by the way his balls had been spasming in your hand.

“Oh damn…” Yuuji clenched his teeth, biting back the whimper that came dangerously close to erupting from his lips.

“You might wanna…”

He’d never cum in a girl’s mouth before - no one had ever let him. He’d only ever been told that it’s “gross” and that “all cum tastes bad”.

“…i-if you - ohhshit…”

But unlike them, you’d been eager for him to empty his balls inside your open mouth, to squirt his seed onto your waiting tongue to finally know how Yuuji Itadori tastes.

“(Y-y/n)!”

Yuuji threw his head back as his first powerful spurt, hot and bitter, coated the back of your throat. He was coming hard, grunting and squirming. But you kept right on pumping his length with your hand as he filled your suckling mouth.

When he was spent you slowly pulled off of him, releasing him gently before looking up at him with a satisfied grin. His head was still resting on the back of the couch with his hands covering his eyes. You wiped away a small glob of his semen that had leaked from the corner of your lips before sucking it off your thumb.

“Oh my god, (Y/n),” he panted. A light sheen of sweat glazed his perfectly sculpted torso, his chiseled chest rising and falling rapidly while his abs flexed and caved.

He’d never looked sexier and you were aching between your legs again, your need leaving a wet spot on his thigh as you climbed onto his lap.

You straddled Yuuji’s thighs and gasped when your slick smeared along his softening length. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer as you ground your wet clit against him, making him moan in your mouth at the overstim. His distinctly pungent flavor lingered on your tongue as it swirled and danced around his.

“Yuuji,” you breathed, “need you so bad…please.”

His cock twitched back to life at the sound of your desperate words - things he’d only ever dreamed he’d hear drip from your lips like nectar into his mouth.

He kneaded the fat of your hips and thighs, encouraging you to keep moving against him, his hardening cock nearly soaked from base to tip with your need.

Your hands found purchase in his soft pink locks, your elbows resting on his shoulders with your arms curling over the back of his head. Your hopeless little moans breathing more life into his dick. You needed him.

“You sure this is really what you want? I need to know for sure because I have feelings for you, (Y/n), and I don’t think there’s any going back for me after this.”

“…and I love you.” The words he’d spoken earlier echoed through the halls of your mind.

“I don’t wanna go back. I’ve ignored my feelings for too long. I care for you too, Yuuji. N’want you.”

He threaded his fingers into your (h/l) hair and pulled you closer. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” His cock jumped against your sensitive pussy as if to agree with him.

He helped you onto your feet before standing up in front of you, your wanton hands squeezing and pulling on his nearest body parts. Yuuji’s fingers were in your hair and his heart was in your hands.

“Hold onto me. I’m taking you to my bed.” With an arm securely around your shoulders he swept you up - making you gasp - and carried you to his bedroom.

“Really, Yuuji? Bridal style?” You giggled.

“Damn right. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

“Oh my god, Yuu! You’re such a cheesy romantic.”

“Shut up. You love it,” he said, laying you down on his cool, unmade sheets.

You spread your legs and reached for him. He filled the space you made for him, nestling his warm hips between your burning thighs.

You pulled him down into a deep kiss and whispered, “You’re right, I do love it.” Your focus briefly shifted as you remembered the guys who’d come before him and how they had spoken to you, the things they had said when placed in Yuuji’s position. “M’just not used to it.”

“That’s alright. You will be soon,” Yuuji said, tilting your chin up to meet his adoring gaze.

You tried to fight it, but a rogue tear escaped from the corner of your burning eyes and rolled across your temple as your hands covered your eyes. “Stop it, Yuuji.” You smiled. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

He wrapped his tender fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and shook his head. “I’ll never stop.” He kissed the tear from your temple. “Gonna keep doing what it takes to see you smile. M’gonna make you happy, (Y/n). M’gonna be the guy you talk about when you tell your other friends that you’re finally with someone who treats you right.” Yuuji rolled his languid hips, his hard cock gliding over your swollen clit.

“Yuuji…” you whined, “please…fuck me.”

“Nuh-uh.” He kissed you slow and sweet. “M’gonna make love to you the way I’ve always wanted.” He chuckled at your pout and said, “Don’t worry - I’ll fuck you later, but -“ He reached between your legs and guided his leaking tip to your aching entrance. “-oh god Yuuji-“ “-I want our first time together to be special.”

Your back arched at the warm stretch of his large cockhead when he pressed it through your opening. His guttural groan softened into a quiet sigh as he sank deeper and deeper until his full length was buried inside you. You bit your lip, eyes locked on Yuuji’s when he started to move.

“NnnYuuj- ahhhaah…hnnhh…” His girth offered the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt, filling you perfectly as he dragged it against your succulent walls.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” His breath hitched as his hips, wet with your arousal, collided with yours, slow and strong. “Feels so good to -mmm- finally be inside you. Your pretty, tight pussy -god- sucking me in.”

“Mmnhhfuck-“ You sighed. “Your cock feels so amazing.”

“Yeah? I’m not too big for you, am I?”

“No…” You kissed him, your wet tongues dancing between your open mouths. “You’re -hnnm- just right.”

The thick head of his cock kissed the opening of your cervix with each rock of his pelvis. He held onto your thigh as you locked your ankles under his butt. The bed began to creak when Yuuji threw his hips harder against the tender skin of your open legs, his lips grazing yours.

He hooked a hand behind your knee, opening your thighs wider. He licked the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit, rubbing fast circles against it while dipping his slick-coated cock between your pussy lips.

The pressure that had been building inside you began to collapse in on itself, the searing heat of your impending orgasm pooling into a smaller and smaller space. “Hnnmmm- Yuuji…”

He’d felt it too, the tightening of your core around him and decided that now was the time to start fucking you.

You were closing in on him so hard and fast, your pussy clamping down so tight that it threatened to push him out. He fucked you harder, forcing his cock back inside you with every snap of his hips.The sound of skin slapping wet skin could just barely be heard over your loud moans and gasping of his name until all the pressure that had mounted within you finally erupted from its point of singularity.

Yuuji fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy sucking him in so deep, the desperate sound of his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers - pushing him past the point of no return.

You didn’t complain about the overstim, didn’t stop him or even try to slow him down.

You watched him as he moved - the way his flexing arms, chest, and abs shimmered with sweat, the striation of every muscle beneath his skin. Your gaze zeroed in on his face, admiring his handsome features while his eyes were closed, lost in pleasure.

The sight of Yuuji in the throes of passion, having lost all control, was beyond your wildest fantasies. You couldn’t have torn your eyes away even if you’d wanted to.

“Fuck! I’m -mmm- so close!” his eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy.

You grabbed his undulating ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling him into you. “Come inside me, Yuuji,” you moaned.

His hips began to stutter, his violent thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

“(Y/n)! Oh god! I’m coming!”

He plunged his full length into you one last time, his moan echoing off his bedroom walls when his first release of seed spilled inside you. His cock jerked with every subsequent spend of his white hot cum until it began to ooze out around the base of his thick shaft, still buried deep inside your dripping cunt.

With his palms flat against the sheets he held himself up, his sexy body hovering over you, chest heaving to catch his breath. The widest, goofiest open-mouthed grin you’d ever seen spread across his face as he slowly opened his eyes. You giggled. “Was it good for you, Yuuji?”

He huffed and nodded, still unable to form coherent thoughts. Just a big dumb smile was all he could manage quite yet. He looked so cute, so happy, and it was all because of you.

He rolled off of you, his sticky seed gushing between your thighs when his softening cock slipped out. You turned over onto your belly as he wrapped a fatigued arm around your back and pulled your naked body flush with his. The kiss you shared was passionate yet unhurried.

“So…do you think our friendship is ruined now?” he asked, stroking your arm.

Your heart blossomed in your chest and you smiled. “Nah. I think we just leveled up.”

Your legs were tangled with Yuuji’s, toes and feet mindlessly brushing against each other. Yes, this is what you wanted. So much so that your heart twisted, wanting so badly to hear him say those three little words to you again, but too scared to ask.

What if he didn’t mean it?

Yuuji opened his eyes and knew something was wrong by the way you averted yours.

His thumb brushed across your cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Your cheeks warmed with a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. “Nothing, it’s fine. I’m okay.”

He gave you a look that clearly said he wasn’t buying it. “C’mon, what is it, (Y/n)? Talk to me,” he said, his fingers playing with yours.

You stopped chewing your lip and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “Did you mean it? When you said you love me?”

He hooked a finger under your chin, raising your head to look at him. He rolled onto his side, his chest pressed to yours. “Of course, I meant it.” His breath was hot against your cheek as he kissed it. “Still do.”

“Say it again, Yuuji? Tell me you love me?”

He raised up onto his elbow, those warm honey eyes gazing down on you as he interlaced his fingers with yours. “I love you, (Y/n).”

You cupped his adoring face in your hands, searching his eyes and finding a bottomless well of love inside them. “I love you too, Yuuji,” you confessed.

Yuuji smiled against your lips when you kissed him slow and sweet. Between the lazy shows of affection and in no hurry for any of it to end he thought, Finally.

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visionsofmagic · 7 months

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✤ rougher please [yuuji + reader + sukuna] ✤

―❛ age up yuuji, pussy eating, cum eating, vessel switch, gentle, rough, harsh, humiliation, pet names, swearing, slapping, licking, biting, eating, sucking, two tongues, porn without a plot [?] • 987 words • just came into my mind & couldn't resist the urge to write. • [masterlist]

you watched how the pink hair disappeared between your thighs, leaving his black part visible more than before, after closing his sparkling eyes with excitement yet you paid attention to his tongue in your folds in the particular moment.

itadori yuuji was so good with his tongue, playing with your folds, licking all the juice your clenching pussy was making, chest raising up and down rapidly at how well he was fucking you with his hot tongue that entered inside, earning a yelp from you.

he chuckled childishly at the action, hands still holding your inner thighs, separating the legs aside so that the pink pussy of yours was wide open for him to eat out.

eyes closed, head thrown to behind only to kneel down closer to him when he began to make fucking noises that sent jolts into your slit. “mmmhh - aghhh mhh - fuc aggh! taste so gooood - shiii -“ his tongue began to go in and out in a slow yet effective rhythm. “aaagh pretty pussy - the fucking prettiest pussy!”

hand inside his hair’s folds, pulling it upwards - a source of balance to stay still after feeling so high because of his now wet tongue, leaving lewd sounds mixing with your pleases - moans and his. “yuuji!”

he chuckled once again, listening cute voices you make.

you stayed like that for a certain time before you put your legs on his wide shoulders, pushing him harder into your pussy so that his nose began to scratch the tip of your pussy - euphoric!

looking down at his face, you see him paying all his focus to enjoy the moment without hurting you.

smiling widely, you caressed his hair, making him look up around your face with his sleepy yet shining eyes. “rougher yuuji - fuuck - please please pleas - uh - oohhh -!”

you lost it when he began to work on your pussy again, only this time - it felt different and you were so high to understand the reason until he left a deep chuckle this time - the sound of it didn’t belong to yuuji, no, even the body wasn’t full of yuuji now - it was someone else’s and you see it when you look down after earning a slap on the pussy - what?

“slut,” he said, the fucking king of curses the moment you witnessed the marks on his face, eyes became four in an instant, crimson color had menace - not excitement, maybe a bit of it; lips that were covered with juice you made smirking devilishly. “the brat can’t go any rougher, but I can.”

the hands on your thighs got heavier, his grip got tighter enough to leave bruises, and the breaths you had no longer functioning.

“fuuuck!” you said, mind didn’t comprehend the situation you were in because how could it? especially after you earned another slap on the slit with the following bites. “yuu -“

a lick that took away the last brain cell from you with a slap on the thigh, “no fucking yuuji. that brat can’t do shit - not like me. did you forget whore?”

the difference hit you like a ball, yet, you showed no weakness, you just moaned his name this time when his tongue went from bottom to top until it reached the tip of the pussy, sucking the flesh as if it were the most delicious thing he can taste.

“sukuna - aggghhhh - ‘kuuna!”

he laughed at you without breaking the contact with your pussy, a hand reaching into your mouth and your messy brain couldn’t make a meaningful statement about it until the hand covered your mouth, bitter taste of the palm changed into something more - a fucking mouth of sukuna as he kept sucking, licking and eating your messed pussy.

“fucking dumb slut,” his bitter words didn’t affect you- already got used to it as you kept kissing the tongue on his palm, closing your eyes, losing yourself in the moment; a mouth kissing you, biting the lips, tongue entering into the wet mouth that leaves salvia behind whereas the other one does the same with your pussy - biting it, entering it, getting wet in sync.

already lost in paradise and hell at the same moment, your moans no longer heard, shut down by the mouth you’re kissing.

that mouth left yours, hand traveled through your body from chin to neck, breasts to abdomen ‘till it reached its final destination to join the other one by licking and leaving salvias - a few bites too, in every place it visited on your body.

no matter how much you tried to hold decency, it vanished in thin air when sukuna began to fuck you with his two tongues after putting his palm at the bottom of your pussy. “agghhhh, mmhhhh - ‘kuna, ‘is soo muuch - I - I can’ - mmmhhh - fuuagghh!”

never listened, never left, never got gentle.

he kept going only to stop when you cum hard on his tongues, dripping into them and to the floor shamelessly, screaming louder - his name was the only thing you comprehend.

leaving you there, the body already collapsed into the bed under you, he rose up on his feet, fingers collecting the last drop of your cum from the lips, disappearing inside his mouth as he licked and drank it, saying ‘hmm’.

“tasteful,” he smirked, looking at the mess he made out of you with pride. “as always, my cute little whore,” he then put his hands on your sides, kneeling down to your level, smirk still on his face as he caressed your cheeks, “would fuck you now, makin’ you paralyzed for a few days but the brat is being so noisy. it’s his time to fuck you this time, but,” he winked - oh that bastard! “the next time will be mine.”

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uravitsy · 4 months

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‘YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL’ SATORU GOJO

ACT TWO.

summary. gojo relives his memories with you, getting closer to acceptance. ☆

warnings. angst, sad!gojo, fem!reader! gojo x you, grief, established relationship, some smut if you squint, bittersweet ending

a/n. this is a short story i wrote over the summer, i wanted to dabble into the idea of gojo not being able to fully process his grief without the help of his students. it is a bit sad though.

ACT ONE : ̗̀➛ ACT THREE : ̗̀➛ FINALE

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Gojo danced his fingertips across your bare skin. the pads of his thumbs pressing into your flush thighs before dipping in between your legs. He watched as you continued to sleep, your chest rising and falling peacefully. your skin was still covered with love bites and marks from the passionate night before. Hair spread widely against the silk pillowcase as goosebumps appeared on your skin from being touched by Gojo's cold hands.

With a smile, Gojo lowered himself down, spreading your legs to put one of your thighs over his shoulder so he had full access to your lady parts. Without hesitation he teasingly glides his warm tongue along your folds, making you squirm and try to close your legs in reflex but Gojo's grip forcibly kept them open.

He moaned into your pussy, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves to the point where you were lifting your hips up from the bed slightly, trying to move away from the overwhelming pleasure but gojo kept you in place, forcing you to take all that he was giving you on this lazy sunday morning.

"Satoru," you moaned his name tiredly, your head falling back on the pillows as you relaxed.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Gojo lifts his head up to look at you, biting your inner thigh.

"i'm still so sore and sensitive from yesterday.." you let out a blissful sigh as Gojo teased your clit with a flick of his tongue, a shiver going down your spine, "mm."

"I'll take care of you," His words were sweet like honey and his touch was like silk. it made you melt into the mattress, ultimately giving your body to him with such trust you wouldn't give to anyone else, "That's my good girl."

With a loud moan, you let Gojo take you to the world of bliss. It was nice to have him to yourself for a change since he'd been so busy at his job. You found yourself getting lost into piles of work as well, pursing your dreams with such vigor that it made you not have time in your calendar for your boyfriend. But you weren't going to let that stop you, to let it consume you to the point where your relationship with Gojo would grow strained.

So you made the time, the effort, to see him more and now here you two were, rolling around in the sheets for the past five days to make up for lost time.

You couldn't ask for anything else on such a glorious sunday morning. It was perfect. He was perfect.

"Parmesan cheese?" You asked Gojo as your back was facing him, continuing to plate his pasta that was fresh off the stove, "Satoru?"

"Hm? Oh! Yes, thank you." Gojo tossed his mail across the table before leaning back in his chair. You gladly served him his food with a nice tall glass of water but not without raising an eyebrow in question.

"What was it?" Humming, you take a sip of your own water as you pick up the envelope before reading the top, "Jujustu high...? isn't that the school you went to? why are they sending mail after all these years?"

"For a job offer," Gojo did well to hide most of his life with you and he wasn't going to let the wall crumble now. it was too dangerous for you to know anything about what he and others were capable of, "I already said no but they are persistent. besides, what do i look like teaching a bunch of kids?"

You couldn't help but let out a sad chuckle. Gojo was indifferent when it came to children and made it made it very clear throughout the five years you two been dating. He said they were annoying brats that he didn't have time for and over time you hoped his perspective changed, especially now that you were— never mind that, what were you going to do? What were you going to tell him?

"It might be a good opportunity," You try to reason with him, "You said that you were sick of this job you had now anyway. maybe a change will do you good, you should consider it."

"You make a good point."

You push your own feelings aside as you give him a bright smile, "Now don't wait up for me. I have this job interview and then a few errands to run. I'll see you later tonight, I'm thinking chinese?" Gojo followed you down the hall with a knowing smirk. He watched as you put your shoes on and grab your keys that were hanging on the hook by the door, "Unless you want something else then text me, I can always make—"

You were interrupted with a kiss. Gojo and your lips moving together in sync until you both were breathless. after a few moments, Gojo pulled away with a teasingly smile, a bit of pasta sauce still on the corner of his mouth from eating like a starved child.

"You're too good for me," Your boyfriend says honestly, his bright colored eyes looking upon you like you were his whole world, "I love you (y/n)."

"And I ove you too," And you meant that with every fiber of your being. You move Gojo's white hair away from his eyes, your hand resting on his cheek for a second too long as if to savor this moment between you. If you could freeze time it would be right for this moment, "i'll see you later, yeah?"

"Of course sweets," Gojo kisses the top of your head, confused by the pit of dread that he felt in his stomach. Why did he feel so bad all of a sudden? Why didn't he want to let you go? If only he knew that that was his inner voice warning him, telling him to stop the unthinkable. If only he would've known better then— maybe you'd still be by his side, "Get going so you can come back to me, I'll be so boooooored without you!"

"You could, I don't know, go to work?" You tease him, knowing that it was his day off. lucky him, "Not everyone has such a privilege like you, enjoy it! call geto or something."

"He's the last person I want to see!" Gojo lets out an annoyed huff, "Why can't you call off?"

"Goodbye Satoru," And with that you closed the door behind you. Your light and sweet aura going with you, leaving the place feeling cold and empty. Why didn't he stop you from leaving? Why did he just watch you leave? He blamed himself. He blamed himself for everything.

"And so," Mrs.Shoko smiled at you as she tapped on resume, "You've been accepted for the position," her words left you nearly gawking, "we can get your office set up as soon as possible. How does Monday sound?"

"M-Monday?" you were still reeling from the shock, "That's perfect! Thank you so much for this opportunity!" Shaking her hand vigorously, you couldn't help but bow in thanks.

"I take it you'll be ready to relocate to Tokyo? I know it's quite far but—"

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes!" This was your dream job after all; Gojo would understand. You both talked about the endless possibilities, and this was one of them. You couldn't turn it down, not when you were so close to achieving what you had worked all your life for.

"So? What did you say?" Mrs. Yamada could hardly take the suspense as she set down a plate of finger sweets in front of you. "You've been telling me about this job for months."

"Of course, I said yes!" You smiled as you thanked her for the snacks, not wasting a second before stuffing your face. "Now I have to talk to Gojo."

"Speaking of him, have you told him yet?" Mrs. Yamada turns her sign to closed before taking a seat across from you, nodding in approval as you pour the both of you tea politely. The porcelain teapot weighed a bit heavy in your hands. "It won't be long before you can't hide it anymore, you know."

"I know," you instinctively place your hand on your stomach with a soft smile, "I'll tell him everything today! I'll get ingredients to make his favorite meal and pick up some of those sweets he likes at the candy shop by our house. It's a day for celebration after all… I just hope he sees it that way as well."

"You should have more faith in him," Mrs. Yamada takes a sip of her tea, "if he loves you, it won't be an issue."

"You're right," you said before checking the time on your phone. It was past 6, and you were sure Gojo was waiting up for you to hear the good news. And you wanted nothing more than to skip home. "Ah, Mrs. Yamada, as always I enjoyed talking to you but—"

"Go on now, you don't have to keep this old lady company anymore," she teases.

"Whatever you say, but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Of course, I can't seem to shake you off me."

"And you never will!" You laugh at the banter between you both before leaving the flower shop with a single flower in hand. You made your way to the nearest grocery store to pick up the ingredients for tonight's dinner, leaving with a few bags that took up almost all of your right arm.

While you were in the grocery store, the weather changed drastically. The once clear blue skies turned to a dark grey, the sudden flashes of lightning brightening the dark street as it began to pour down rain. You groaned, annoyed with the fact that you didn't have an umbrella on you. You were tempted to go back into the store to buy one, but your home was just right around the corner.

Your phone started ringing suddenly, making you rummage around in your purse to find it, the familiar name of: Gojo 🤍 popping up on your screen. "Hey, babe!"

"(Y/N)! It's raining super hard; I can come pick you up."

"I'm almost home. But guess what? I got the job!"

It was just a short two-minute walk from here, and the candy shop lights were still on, lighting up the whole street with its neon sign. You figured that you'd stop to get Gojo's sweets and rub the rest of the way home.

"Whaaaaaat?! I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate."

"I'm one step ahead of you, Satoru! I also have some other news to share…"

A sudden flash had you squinting your eyes. The power box behind you sparking with electricity in the wake of being struck by lightning. You rushed to cross the street after looking both ways despite the rain fogging up your vision. Unbeknownst to the car that was coming toward you at full speed, the driver's vision obscured by the sudden flash of lightning that was too close for comfort.

All you saw in your final moments were bright headlights coming toward you. Then the world went black.

"(Y/N)? What was that? Are you okay?"

You couldn't move or see, but you could hear, and you could feel. You heard a person screaming for someone to call 911, you heard hurried footsteps around you as you laid against the cold gravel world, the energy to stay alive slowly leaving your body as you felt something tugging, pulling you toward an abyss of warmth and light.

"(Y/N)!"

Your groceries were scattered, and your favorite flower, that single flower, was still in your hands.

An officer leads Gojo down some stairs into a basement that was cold and damp. The air is thick with so much tension he thought he would suffocate. "I noticed it does more harm than good for the family member or… er, lover."

"I want to see her to make sure." To make sure of what? To make sure you were really dead? Yes, because quite frankly, he was in denial. It couldn't be you. Out of 7 billion people in the world, it wouldn't be you—it couldn't be you. He knew you'd pop back up and say this was all a joke.

Some sick, cruel joke.

The male officer leads Gojo through a freezing room with bodies on either side of him covered with a white sheet. The only parts of their bodies that were sticking out were their feet, with a large tag hooked around their big toe as if they were luggage.

Gojo's throat goes dry as the officer stops in front of a body, going around the metal table to slowly pull the white sheet back to reveal your lifeless body. "Can you identify her?"

"Yes," Gojo could only nod slowly, the words he wanted to say escaping from his lips like a forgotten memory. Out of reflex, Gojo smiles sadly as he looks down at you. He brings his hand up to stroke your hair, then your cold cheek, holding your once warm hand. "That's my (Y/N)."

"We're still investigating, but it's clear this was a hit and run," the officer continues his words with caution. "And I don't know if you knew, but by the autopsy report, she was five weeks pregnant."

Gojo feels like the wind got knocked out of him. "W-what?" he laughs then, this wasn't real. He was dreaming. When he woke up, you'd be right there next to him like you always would be. But no matter how many times he pinched himself, he couldn't wake up.

"I'll give you a few moments…" The officer leaves the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the large room.

Those few moments turned to hours. The hours turned to days. He couldn't leave your side, not when you were like this. Were you cold? You needed clothes. They had you in such an indecent way with other strangers. He was sure you'd be afraid and confused once you woke up; that's why he wanted to stay by your side.

When you wake up, he'd be right here assuring you that everything was alright.

When you wake up, he'd give you the longest kiss.

"Gojo-sensei?"

When you wake up, he'd hug you and never let go.

"Gojo-sensei?"

You weren't waking up, were you?

Megumi tugged on Gojo's pants leg, his small hand easily taking ahold of Gojo's as he took the flowers from Gojo, delicately placing the bouquet of your favorite flowers on top of your gravestone. Your parents started to walk away, your mother sniffling quietly as your father came to pat Gojo on the shoulder reassuringly. His silence spoke a thousand words as they left the graveyard.

Tsumiki, Megumi's sister, bends down to offer your spirit a plate of sweets. Humming a sad tone, she stands up to her full height, holding Gojo's hand in comfort as she cries softly. She sheds the tears that Gojo wouldn't, his face still holding no emotion as he mumbles a simple goodbye.

"Let's go," Gojo tells the children gently, sparing your headstone one last look before turning away. "How does ice cream sound? I'm craving something sweet."

The children give each other a concerned look, clueless as to why Gojo wasn't on his knees screaming his heart out at the unfairness of it all. But little did they know that he would, but only silently. Only when no one could hear or see him.

He did break. He did fall to his knees. He did cry.

He mourned for you, yearned for you, and begged whatever god that would listen to bring you back to him. But his cries would only fall on empty ears, leaving him to slowly wallow away. His heart forever shattered to where no one would be able to mend the pieces for him even if they tried—and he wouldn't even let them try since this heartbreak, this heartache, was a reminder of you.

He would rather have this pain that only the unlucky ones bear if it will forever serve as a memory of you.

#༊*·˚ uravisty #gojo x female reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #anime #gojo x f!reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #lovers #angst #bittersweet #jjk smut #smut #short story #jjk angst

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hauskate · 1 year

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One Night [ Yuji Itadori x Fem!Reader ]

Pairings: Yuji Itadori, Implied Female Reader

Description: You hadn't seen each other since high school - and nothing has changed, right?

TW: 18+ content, language, body worship, praise kink, sub reader, soft dom yuji, oral (f receiving), no mention of condoms (wrap it before you tap it), both of you are so damn loud, friends to lovers, overstim if you squint, this man is so precious oml

Word Count: 1k

♡ You’d been best friends all of high school (and always thought him considerably attractive).

♡ But the first day you saw him on campus? Sure it’d been a few years since you’d gotten your bachelor’s, but god damn he’d aged well. Reeking of testosterone, he carried broad shoulders, toned arms, and had grown more than a foot taller than you - yet his previous sparkling eyes and light pink hair had never changed.

♡ Not to mention the second he made eye contact, you knew it was all over.

♡ So, only a few hours later you found yourself on his locked door and roommate gone. He had you pushed against the cold wood, legs wrapped around his thin waist and gasping for air. The makeout session had only gone on for a few minutes, but the dark, lustful eyes of his let you know there’d be more to come.

♡ His touches were gentle, caressing your figure as if it were glass. However, even the most loving can get impatient - and he wasn’t spared.

♡ Picking you up without breaking the kiss, Yuji laid you down on his single bed. The plush sheets stirred under you, and he gave you no time before gently pulling on your shirt hem.

♡ “Is this okay..?” His caution was adorable, but the heat growing in your lower stomach had you answering rather quickly. “Aww, I see someone’s needy~”

♡ You weren’t the only one, though. As soon as your bra and panties were off, his tongue was diving into your velvety walls. Both hands gripped his hair, holding on for dear life as your childhood best friend ate you out as if you were his last meal.

♡ “Yuji… Yuji, I- r-right there- ah~ fuck fuck fuck..”

♡ It took no time at all for you to get through several orgasms, legs shaking so badly he had to wrap his arms around them to keep you still.

♡ He let you calm down for a moment, breath still uneven. His figure glistened with sweat, hair matted, abs tight, and lustful eyes drinking in the sight of you.

♡ "You're so good for me darling…" He muttered, finally coming up from your dripping cunt.

♡ His words were sweeter than you'd imagined, eyes and hands worshiping every part of you. It was too much for you- you needed more.

♡ "Baby… Baby I need you so- so badly… Need your dick… please… "

♡ Little did you know it took every ounce of control not to rail you into next Tuesday. Little did you know how often he'd thought about you, for all those years he's just waited for the chance to see you again. Little did you know that he'd been dreaming of this very moment, stroking himself nearly every night just wishing those hands were your gorgeous pussy.

♡ His lustful eyes softened, fearful of hurting you. What if he had ruined your friendship? The thoughts wrestled with him for a while, until your sweet lips cut them off.

♡ Once you'd pulled away, a small "you're sure…?" left him one last time, his feather-light touch grazing your thighs in admiration. "I don't want to hurt you…"

♡ "Please… Please just fuck me, Yuji-"

♡ And that was all he needed before unzipping his pants, hands shaking and relying on you for some help.

♡ He didn't need much help after that, though.

♡ Lining himself up with you, his large hands made you look him in the eye. "I want you to tell me exactly what you're feeling. To be honest, I don't entirely know what I'm doing because I'm… actually a virgin…" He admitted, voice softening by the end.

♡ "Yuji.." you began, gazing lovingly into his light brown hues. He began to look away, but you gently pulled him back. "I am too." The two of you held a meaningful gaze, filled with raw emotion.

♡ And with that, without wasting a moment, he slid in you. It was a perfect fit, and he went slowly to allow you to adjust.

♡ It didn't take long, though, before your whimpers became loud moans- it was impossible to keep quiet. His dick touched every spot that made your body shake, hands gripping your soft breasts and hot mouth kissing you as if he'd never be able to do this again in his life.

♡ You weren't the only one moaning, though. His were even louder, growing in volume as he hit the spot within you that made both of you see stars.

♡ Within minutes you were spasming from his quick but accurate thrusts. The bed creaked under you, and your eyes closed as you screamed "I-I'm cumming… Yuji, Y-Yuji, I- fuck~!"

♡ "L-Let it out, darling… Let me hear those sweet sounds of yours. You're- You're so good for me," he groaned into your ear, not far behind himself.

♡ Yuji's always had some of the best stamina you'd ever seen, but that wasn't the case when he had his world underneath him. His breath became short pants, sounds getting so loud that most likely the entire campus could hear what was going on.

♡ And before long, both of you came to your climax. It was the strongest feeling you'd ever had, back arching, toes curling, vision going white- the only word you seemed to know was Yuji's name. He was the same way, praising you through his own orgasm.

♡ The two of you helped each other through it, soft touches and sounds of pleasure filling the room.

♡ Ever so slowly you both came back to the land of the living, his arms wrapping themselves around your figure. He pulled the blankets up over you, smiling and panting in the same breath.

♡ "I love you," he muttered, tangling his hand in your hair. "I've always loved you, Y/n."

♡ "I love you, too, Yuji."

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dear-nabii · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Genre: Smut, college, romance

Warnings: 18+, noncon , creampie, breeding, alcohol consumption, house party setting.

Words: 2.0k

Notes: My first language is not English, bear with me :(( I still don't know exactly how many chapters the story will have, but I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

You blinked your eyes as you looked in the mirror once again, Taylor Swift playing on your Spotify as you sang along to the song. Your makeup was done, your hair was done, you looked cute after getting ready for tonight's party. Looking over your clothes, you adjusted the pleated skirt you were wearing again, making sure everything was in the right place, you had put on a good dose of your favorite perfume, a small smile adorned your lips.

You didn't usually go to parties like this, not that you weren't social for these types of things, but you just didn't really enjoy the somewhat chaotic atmosphere that these parties usually had, but you didn't refuse to go when an opportunity arose.

Applying another layer of lip gloss one last time, you were satisfied with your appearance, taking the small shoulder bag from the bed and putting on some makeup in case you needed to touch up later. The handful of keys and the cell phone ended up inside said bag that was fighting for its life not to burst after filling it so much.

Leaving your dorm, you could hear other people talking loudly and excitedly, some probably heading to the same place as you. You smiled widely when you saw Shoko and Utahime coming towards you, as they had agreed in class; taking a bouncy jump towards them, then intertwining yours arms with theirs, standing in the middle of them both. Ieiri was her long-time friend, they had entered college at the same time, so they shared good times and bad times because of the common course they were taking. Ieiri was Utahime's friend and introduced her to you and since then the three of you shared a precious friendship.

— I still can't believe we're actually going to this silly party. – Utahime murmured with a small pout on his lips.

— Come on, once in a while having fun like this won't hurt you. – You murmured back with the same childish pose.

— I'm sure that something will happen in our lives today after so many trials frying our brains. – Shoko said, jumping the same way you did.

— I hope so, I'm using that special lip gloss of mine today. – You said between giggles.

It was good to be in the company of both of them and the entire journey to where the party would take place at one of the fraternities was pleasant with light and funny conversations. The three of you entered the noisy environment, loud music playing in an electrifying beat, several people spread out everywhere with their plastic cups in hand with drinks that you thought were strong.

The truth is that after you talked to your ex last week (yes, maintain a "friendly" relationship with your ex) you felt a little low. He had said he was dating and that it was the longest relationship he had had and you were together for 1 year and 6 months. You no longer had a boyfriend after breaking up with him and even though you no longer had those affectionate feelings that were once there, it still stirred something inside you. Maybe because they had been through so much together, realizing that he had moved on was a little difficult and confusing. So here you were now, wanting to forget about that bitter taste that had been in your mouth for the rest of the week.

You heard a female voice calling out to you, snapping you out of those intrusive thoughts and as soon as you turned around, you recognized Mei Mei. You gave your friend a hug, smiling because it had been a while since you had been able to meet due to exams and work deadlines.

— You guys look so beautiful tonight. – Mei Mei commented while playfully spinning you around like a princess.

— We need to look like we're not freaking out all the time. – Shoko commented in a joking tone.

— You look amazing today too. Your hair is still impeccable. – You commented with the same excitement, your fingers running through the woman’s silver hair.

— How helpful you are today. – Shoko said in a laughing tone.

Your eyes swept over some people who were in the room, dispersing from the conversation, recognizing some faces, others from vague memories. Until your eyes fell on a figure that certainly attracted attention. It was like a solar system where everything felt right. He was the star in the middle of it all, everyone surrounding him like that was how it was supposed to be. The white hair, the pale skin and his eyes. Those eyes were definitely the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while. Playful smiles, girls seeming to beg for his attention as they chatted. Everything about him screamed womanizing and yet it was difficult to look away from his figure. And you hated men like that. You hated the types of relationships that escalated quickly and couldn't last.

You blinked and looked away from that man, your hands playing with your hair and adjusting some strands behind your ear. Suddenly you were aware of more about yourself, that weird feeling of sudden discomfort. You decided to focus on your friends' conversation again, determined to forget that feeling that came over you just by locking eyes with that guy.

— Wow, it makes me thirsty now. Doesn't anyone want anything else to drink? – You ask, interjecting into the conversation, kind of cutting off the subject.

— I'll go with you to the kitchen. – Utahime offered with a light smile on his lips.

The two of you walked together, bumping into some very drunk people along the way, until you finally reached the room. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs as Utahime walked over to the fridge.

It was when you felt something brush against your arm that you turned your face to see what had touched you; coming across that deep blue and pale skin. You blinked once, twice, a little unresponsive to the small smile the other gave you.

— Oops, I was just trying to reach the disposable cups. – He spoke with that melodious voice and in a loud tone. And speaking tall, he was very, very tall. He shook the cups as if to emphasize what he was saying.

— Uh, ah, no problem. – You said back without wanting to seem particularly affected by the guy's beauty. You were sure that men like him already had a high enough ego and massaging that ego was what you least wanted.

— Are you Getou's friend? – He asked, resting his forearm on the counter, next to where you were sitting, speaking loud enough for his voice to be heard through the music.

— Getou? I don't know who it is. – You wanted to shorten the conversation, not wanting to like how he approached you so naturally.

— I thought you knew him. He is one of the party's hosts. – He had such a carefree aura, as if you already knew each other.

— What are you studying? – He asked, seeming very interested in you.

Utahime appeared with a bottle of some drink that you couldn't identify what it was from the label, you took advantage of her arrival to avoid any more of that dialogue.

- Your Friend? – She asked as you got down from the counter, giving her space so she could pour the drinks into the glass.

— We understand each other. – The stranger smiled and gave you a wink. — Satoru, by the way.

You murmured his name to him and Utahime did the same, you moved your fingers to fix a strand of your hair that wasn't even messed up in the first place.

— I hope to bump into you again tonight. And oh, cool earrings. – The tall guy nodded as he walked away.

You waited a safe distance and murmured in a funny voice accompanied by a grimace — I hope to bump into you again tonight. – Making Utahime laugh while you fought fervently not to blush that he had noticed such a small detail as your earrings. Although of all the things he could have praised, he had chosen just something insignificant. This made you a little angry.

The two of you walked back to where Mei Mei and Shoko were, with glasses stocked for everyone, the color a pretty pink. It was hard not to let your eyes dart between the people, your attention feeling like a magnet being pulled towards the tall guy surrounded by people, where he was talking animatedly in the center of them.

You were denying with all your might the attraction you felt for him because by heaven, he really was handsome, but everything screamed heartache around you and you didn't want that. Between one of those glances where his eyes betrayed you, he seemed to magically notice and looked exactly in his direction, analyzing you from top to bottom shamelessly while that smile hung on his lips. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows slightly and when his gaze fell on your face again, a laugh escaped him, giving you an amused wink.

— I think Gojo has a crush on you. – Mei Mei commented between giggles, her hand in front of her mouth, a smile on her lips.

— Just like he has a crush on 95% of the girls here. – You grumbled, uncrossing your arms and taking a big sip of your drink. You didn't want to be grumpy tonight.

—But he's so handsome, isn't he? – It was Shoko's turn to bother you, her elbow poking your sides.

— Stop talking about this guy or he'll realize we're talking about him and think there's someone here who likes him. – You positioned yourself with your back to him, facing the girls.

— And there isn't? – Mei Mei asked with false surprise in her voice, making Utahime and Shoko laugh and you roll your eyes.

- Hey guys! Let's play 7 minutes in paradise! Come on, come on, come on. – You recognized Itadori Yuji speaking with that usual loud voice he had, dragging some people with him to the center of the room, where some people were already starting to gather.

— Come on, let's go there for a bit. Just to see what will happen! – Mei Mei said, pulling you and Utahime with her. It would be a good distraction to take your thoughts off him.

You sat in the circle of people that were forming and to your displeasure (or not) the said Satoru sat in front of you. You ignored your friends' smiles, finishing your drink in one go, wanting to use an excuse to go out, you were sure that none of them were going to change places with you. Before you could get up, you felt a weight on your shoulder and then someone came between you and Shoko, with her brown hair, recognizing it to be Nobara.

— Great, let's get started with this. – The girl smiled widely as she passed her arm through hers excitedly.

The bottle began to spin and excited squeals began, loud chatter and laughter erupted as the first "couple" was chosen by the bottle. You could already predict that your good luck would mess with you that night. The two strangers got up and went to a kind of closet in the room.

You avoided looking in Satoru's direction at all costs, deciding to glance at the other guys who were sitting there. In particular, a blonde with a frown and a guy with earrings caught your attention. That was definitely your type. You gave him a small smile when he looked your way. You definitely wanted the bottle to stop at him.

— It was just Maki for me, it was just Maki. – You heard an excited Nobara next to her, lightly pulling your arm back and forth as the "couple" returned from the game, a little blushing.

But it was when you heard a whistle and screams accompanied by snorts of discontent from girls you didn't know that your eyes fell on the bottle, indicating that it was your turn.

And Gojo's.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Welcome to Jujutsu High:

Teaching Assistant YN

Various JJK characters including Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Sukuna, Kento Nanami, etc. x Female! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, Gojo abandoning the youths, death mentioned

A/N: just me, switching it up to JJK 🙃 ignoring all my responsibilities and problems 😀

Congrats YN, you’ve been accepted to Tokyo’s Jujutsu High as a teaching assistant for this upcoming year!

You couldn’t be more excited for this new opportunity

You worked your butt off to get where you are and we have nothing but respect for you 🥰

You use cursed tools to help aid your already sharp ability to see curses

And now, you’re going to help train the brightest and strongest upcoming sorcerers

Wait- did I say brightest? Yeah maybe I should have held off on that one-

Anyways, it’s the first day and you are excited to see which teacher you will be paired up with

As you approach the list in the teachers lounge, someone comes up to you

“Hey are you Yn?”

You 👉🏻 yep that’s me 😁

Them 👉🏻 *laying their hand on your shoulder, head hanging low*

“I’m so sorry, thoughts and prayers to you during this difficult time,” they say before sighing and walking away

You 👉🏻 👁️👄👁️ huh-

You silently approach the board as you now see swarms of people watching you

You find your name, tracing it across the board to see your assigned class

You 👉🏻😐 shit…

Too bad you have no time to let the fact sink in because the lead teacher of your class bursts through the door at that very moment

“Ahhh there is my bright teachers assistant,” Satoru Gojo says

You 👉🏻 *quickly double and triple checking your name, possibly pulling our your birth certificate to make sure that you, in fact, are Yn*

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say as Gojo frolics to your side

Gojo on his way to greet you 👇🏻

“Awe my precious YN aren’t you so lucky to get to work with me,” Gojo 😍

You 👉🏻 sooooo lucky 😐

“It’s going to be so much fun!! But first I’m off for some business so I’ll entrust the education of our young students to you my darling YN,” Gojo says before walking away

“The hell you will! Get back here right now!” You say chasing after him

Too bad he’s like the bestest sorcerer YN

“You have got to be kidding me,” you say as Ijichi approaches

“Hello Yn, I was instructed to take you to the students,” he says as you roll your eyes

“Alright let’s get this over with,” you say, following him

When you arrive, you see three very different teens standing in front of you

One you already know as Megumi

The other two, well…

“I can’t believe Gojo just up and abandoned us again!” The girl known as Nobara shouts

“Honestly, this has to be against the law right? Just to leave children alone without an adult??” The pink haired vessel of Sukuna, Itadori, shouts

“Gojo has important things to do and we can handle ourselves,” Megumi interrupts

“Not entirely sure ‘important things’ is the right word but he definitely has things to do,” you say walking up to the trio, “but that’s why I’m here! I’m YN, a grade 1 sorcerer and your new teachers assistant.”

The reactions are mixed

Megumi 👉🏻😐😒 whatever-

Nobara 👉🏻 🤨😑

Itadori 👉🏻😍🥹🕺🏼🤸‍♀️

Alrighty then…

Well let’s get on with it

You spend a lot of your time training the teens to be excellent sorcerers, trying your best to support them in their own ways

Honestly Nobara and Megumi don’t really need much

And Yuji, well Yuji needs emotional support YN

I mean, being Sukuna’s Vessel is very taxing

Plus, he like kinda died so there’s that 😅

So you often spend tome reassuring your student and helping him to adapt to his roll

“Yuji you are so strong for taking this on, I mean not everyone would willingly swallow a thousand year old cursed finger,” you grimace 😬

“Don’t know if that makes me strong or stupid Yn…” Yuji says when an annoying, agitating voice sounds

“Hey brat! You should feel honored to be my vessel and as soon as I manage to take over this body, I’m going to take over the world!” Sukuna laughs as you glare

“Yuji will not allow that and neither will I,” you say

“Well well well and who do we have here,” Sukuna says, smirking out of Yuji’s left cheek, “you, my dear, are absolutely stunning.”

“Sukuna knock it off! YN is my teacher!” Yuji says as you glare at the one eye of Sukuna

“So? What is she to me? I mean besides a potential mate,” he chuckles as you hand goes up, slapping Sukuna

He goes flying as soon as your hand connects with his cheek

Unfortunately Sukuna is in Yuji’s Body… so like…

“OH MY GOD YUJI IM SO SORRY!” You say, helping Yuji off the floor

“Oh it’s no problem Yn!” Yuji says :D

Seriously freaking Himbo energy I can’t 🥹

When our lord and savior, Nanami, shows up to help Yuji with his training, you drool welcome him with open arms

“Hello Yn, always a pleasure,” Nanami say

You 👉🏻🥵🥵🥵

Too bad Yuji is there-

“YN are you drooling?” Yuji asks as you quickly punch him in the face sending him flying

“Oh sorry Yuji, I thought you were Sukuna again…” you 😒

Honestly when Yuji is gone, it’s a little easier to maintain the children

Megumi and Nobara are training for the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill event with the 2nd years and you finally have some time to chill out

Too bad that doesn’t last long 😃

Because Megumi and Nobara don’t know Yuji is alive and Gojo thinks it would be a great idea to just surprise everyone at the event

“Umm Gojo I really don’t think springing the kids once dead now suddenly alive friend on them right before a major event is a good idea,” you being the practical the caring instructor

“It’s gonna be fine Yn seriously everyone is going to be so happy!” Gojo exclaims 🤩

I mean, happy is one word to describe it I guess…

You stand with the students and await the long overdue arrive of Gojo

“YN, can’t you just take over as leader,” Maki asks

“Salmon,” Inumaki adds

“I get what you guys are saying but unfortunately Gojo is still going to be your teams main leader,” you say as everyone sighs

Suddenly you see Gojo, frolicking up to you and pushing a large crate

“Oh sweet Jesus,” you think to yourself, knowing exactly what is about to happen

And spoiler alert, ever the Sagittarian he is, Gojo presents their long dead friend, Yuji Itadori

Megumi and Nobara 👇🏻

You 👉🏻 😐🙄

Once the shock has worn off the event can finally start

You retreat to watch the event with the teachers when disaster strikes

You race towards the kids, seeing a vail being placed as you manage to quickly slide under it before it’s complete

“AND SHES SAFE!” Gojo shouts as you roll your eyes and run towards the students

“Seriously Gojo? You wanna joke now!” Utahime says as she stops outside the barrier

“I trust Yn with my life, she will keep the students safe,” Gojo says as you run to find the students

When you encounter the curse known as Hanami you immediately recognize it as an unregistered curse

“Crap this isn’t good!” You say as you run to get the kids

“Yuji, Todo get the hell out of here!” You shout as you try you best to not engage

“Oh hey Yn Sensai!” Yuji shouts :D

“It’s fine YN Sensai we’ve got this right brother?” Todo shouts as you feel the barrier begin to break and see someone above the trees

You 👉🏻 🤨

“Is that-” Yuji asks as you roll your eyes

“Never fear students, your incredible sensai is here to rescue you!” Gojo shouts as his eyes shimmer, an unknown force shaking the ground

You 👉🏻 😐 a little late don’t you think?

You watch as the curse flees, probably the idea of facing Gojo more than they could handle

“Are you all ok?” You ask as the boys nod

“YN Sensai, how come we never get to see you fight?” Yuji asks as you smile

“It’s probably because I’m too busy dealing with Gojo,” you laugh

Facts YN, facts

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katsukikoi · 4 months

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your so pretty

characters; yuji x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader.

warnings: n/a

part 1 part 2

y/n stared at the wall, blushing as she did so. Sukuna now letting yuji have control as yuji subconsciously held the young girl close. He snored lightly, unaware of what took place.

Sukuna left the girl to think as he himself thought aswell.

What did the king of curses mean by “he doesnt deserve you?” she tried not to think too much. Trying to make her thoughts dwindle as the time past. Unfortunately for her though, she could not.

Sukuna was raging in her brain, while she was raging in sukunas and yujis.

It had not been long as the sun rose, she took in what yuji’s face looked like, there was a tiny window near the roof of the basement, where the sun reached at the right angle. illuminating yujis face all in the right ways. His salmon hair, with traces of gold through it, sukuna’s eyes that were under his eyes, held a nice shadow to them. He had not moved much for his position, apart from the fact he was facing her and not the tv.

“yuji..” she softly whispered, watching him with wonder. He was so pretty.

He mumbled, pulling her closer. His breath evened out, matching hers. “yuji!” she spoke, in shock as her face was now inches from his, barely. She looked ith wide eyes, she smacked the back of his head as he “ack’ed” Grabbing the back of his head as he realed back. “huh?” he asked, sleepy. “y/n?” he mumbled, eyes squinting trying to get the sleep out of them.

“hn.” she let out, blushing at there one proximity.

“gojo-sensei, will be here soon.” she spoke, pushing him off as she flattened her shirt and skirt.

She looked down, she forgot to change.

She cleared her throat, as she turned to face him.

fuck, she thought. There he was, sitting on the couch, man spread and elbows on his knees, looking at her. Jaw line sharp, and shirt out of place, he leaned back, in the same ish position, his shirt lifted a bit showing his abs. “yuji!” she blushed beat red. “huh?” he asked, innocent tliting his head. I pointed at his shirt as he oh’ed and fixed it, apologizing as he did so.

y/n turned to leave his line of sight as he mumbled, throwing his head back. Exposing his adams apple.

holy fuck, who ever his is dad or mum. I fucking love you for blessing my eyes.

Yuji opened one of his eyes to look at your widen eyes. Pupils blow out as you looked at him like a piece of meet. “y/n? you alright?” he asked, standing up to reach for her.

She eeped as she blushed, running out of the room.

Had he done something wrong? He was about to rush after her but remembered he could leave the room.

Did sukuna do something to her? “sukuna!” he yelled out, making the curse roll his eyes and grumbled. “what, brat.” he sneered.

“what did you say to atlas!?” yuji spoke, frowning his eye brows.

“tch. What, your crush wont talk to you? Nothing brat. I never took control of you.” he snuffed out, lying easily as the boy was annoyed.

Just as the boy was about to complain again, you came back with a plastic bag. “here yuji, i got you food.” she spoke, unintentionally eyeing him again. “woah! thanks y/n” he spoke, kissing her cheek making her blush red.

“oh shit! im sorry y/n! i didnt mean to” he spoke, ashamed and looking down. “Its okay, i dont mind yuji.” she spoke, a bashful smile on her face.

“eat up, gojo is coming soon” she spoke. Yuji nodded, he paused, going to say something until a white dino appeared. “gojo sensei?” he spoke, clearly starttled as it happend.

“yo.” he spoke, “mission time!” he giggled like a child. A full grown adult, acting like a child. Again.

“okay!”

“yuji! your foo-“ you sighed, rolling your ryes as you packed the unfinished food. Packing it for later as you got on with homework.

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

Only, reblog, comment and follow. Sent requests too!

much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

by the time your reading this it would be 2024, happy new years everyone. Thank you for bring patient with me, shall i put this on wattpad? Would you read it?

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gojonanami · 5 months

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.

It was him.

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.

Fuck.

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.

“I would,”

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.

But how can you be quiet?

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.

He’s huge.

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.

He was too much.

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern.

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.

“What are you—”

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”

“Mahito—“

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.

“I will,”

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”

“Have another lesson?”

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth runs dry.

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”

You were picking up your boyfriend.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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Like An Animal - T.F.

Synopsis. Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, cúmplay, mating press, chóking, overstim, oral (female receiving), créampie, dirty talk, Toji really REALLY wants to get you pregnant, spitting, mentioned kids, absolutely filthy, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.5k

A/N. Need this man so bad you don’t even understand AAA.

Toji Fushiguro didn’t want any more kids. Why would he? They were messy, expensive, and it was a sheer miracle that Megumi wasn’t anything like the little demons he’s seen during drop-off at the kindergarten. He didn’t need another reason to watch Babyshark for five hours straight - and he wasn’t about to change his mind anytime soon.

Or, so he thought.

“Hey doll, m’home- what the f-”

“Toji! Language!” you hiss, hastily covering the ears of a very oblivious Yuji, who was deeply engrossed in mixing icing.

Oh?

Now, there have only been three times in his life that Toji has been truly taken aback. The first being when he discovered that yes, Megumi’s hair really does stand up that way naturally. Second, when he realized that he was falling for you - and that oh shit maybe he does still have feelings somewhere in there after all.

And finally, right now, the sight of you covered in flour and wrestling three giggly toddlers into some semblance of order in the kitchen. “Welcome home, handsome.”

Oh.

It made something deep inside him lurch so strangely.

“Why…” Toji rasps, eyes flitting between the mixing bowls messily clinked together and the three toddlers happily stood on stools, flour in their hair and matching smiles on your faces. “Why have they multiplied?”

“We’re baking cookies!” Yuji exclaims from the counter, swiping a thick wad of dough on Nobara’s hair. To which the latter responds with a swift smack on the head.

You smirk at your dumbfounded boyfriend, “Well, Toji, it seems that when you leave me alone with a batch of cookies to bake, I have a tendency to summon reinforcements.” Gesturing at the chaos surrounding you, “Megs wanted to bake some cookies before his sleepover at Yuji’s so I had these three over because we have more than enough space.”

“I see…does insurance cover this kitchen?”

Rolling your eyes, “Oh c’mon, don’t be such a spoilsport.” You reach for the batch of freshly baked goods, “You’re just in time to taste-test our latest creation!”

And, well, how could he ever say no to you? Although - flour-dusted and disheveled - some strange part of himself thinks you look even more gorgeous than usual right now, as if that was even possible. His girl was so pretty, even when you’re wrangling three little gremlins. Too pretty. Toji just couldn’t get his head around that nagging little voice saying you looked so pretty especially when you’re wrangling three little gre-

“Ehh? Fushiguro is your dad blushing?”

“Gross.”

“You idiots he isn’t blushing, it’s called ‘swooning’. My mommy says it’s a grown-up thing.”

It was hard to not hear the (extremely loud) whispers from behind you, but it was even harder to ignore the slight red tinting Toji’s ears as he pointedly reached out for the tray you were holding. Fingers barely even brushing against the cookies before a tiny voice speaks up, “Mama, can I have one too?”

You freeze. Toji freezes. You think the whole world freezes except for Yuji and Nobara who stifle giggles behind their hands.

“Look Kugisaki, now he’s really swooning.”

“Yeah, my mommy says that’s also how you get babies. You swoon and pop! they appear.”

Toji raises a brow at Nobara, gritting out a strained, “Your mommy says a lot, huh?” That jolts you out of your reverie, and you flash a gentle smile at a very red-faced Megumi. Leaning down to reply, “Of course, sweetie.”

And as he mumbles a quick “Thank you”, hastily grabbing another cookie and retreating to a corner of the kitchen - hoping to disappear into the shadows - you risk a glance at Toji. Cheeks flushed hard enough to rival Megumi’s, ah, like father like son.

“Anyway, don’t just stand there. Come help me n’ the kids, Yuji’s grandpa’s coming to pick them up soon!” you playfully swat at your boyfriend’s sculpted chest, going back to busying yourself with the icing.

Toji, however, was having an epiphany that was altering his perception of reality, one that he’d probably been denying ever since he stepped in through that damn front door. You. The kids. You and the kids. You and his kids.

“Mama.”

And Megumi’s little slip-up had been the final nail on his coffin to certify that oh Toji Fushiguro was utterly and irrevocably screwed. And he’d like to blame it all on you being such a goddamn wonder, but he’s got a nagging feeling that the three little gremlins currently decorating cookies share an equal part of the blame.

What was it that girl had said? Swooning is how you get babies? Because, well, eyeing the way you scooped up a pouty Megumi in your arms, chatting animatedly with a tittering Nobara and Yuji, only one thought rings through his mind - damn right, kid.

---

“-and make sure to brush your teeth. No faking this time, okay? I’ve told Yuji’s grandpa to check. And-”

“No summoning demons, and no summoning the police. Though you’re probably too young for that.” Toji interrupts your little tirade, ruffling the hair of a very disgruntled Megumi. “Have fun, little man.”

You giggle at the usual father-son dynamic, but as you waved off Megumi and his friends, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something in the air felt a bit different. Something a bit tense. A bit exciting.

Maybe it was the heavy silence that hung in the room after that door slammed shut, leaving just you and Toji all alone in the house. Forcing you to register the heat of his large frame looming behind yours. When did he get so close? Or maybe it was the prickly of his gaze on your back, a resounding slam! echoing in your ears as he cages you against the door.

Or maybe - just maybe - it was the way he leaned down to whisper in your ear, husky and tinged with something so utterly dangerous.

“So…mama, huh?”

A thrill goes down your spine at his words. “Oh, stop.” you wave off, though you feel your cheeks flaring up in response. Especially as he plows on, “Why? I think you make a great mama.”

You scoff, casting a sidelong glance at the muscular arm just inches away from your head. “Don’t joke, Megs was so embarrassed after that.”

“I’m not joking.”

Your back hits the cool door before you can react. Toji’s hands almost painful on your shoulders, muscles rippling as he turns you to face him. You raise your eyes to meet his and oh-

Oh shit.

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue dies as you take in the man before you. His expression darkened, breaths slightly labored, eyes half-lidded and locked on you. You’d almost have been worried at the sudden flip of personality had it not been for the words that spill from his lips.

“I’m not joking.” he repeats, voice strangled.

Great, the man has finally lost it. Despite the traitorous throbbing in your cunt, you try to make sense of the situation. “Toji, this joke has-”

Your words get caught in your throat as he raises a hand to squish your cheeks together into an almost-embarrassing pout, looking down at you through dazed eyes. “Do I look like I’m joking, doll?” Leaning down to lick a stripe up a smudge of icing on your cheek. Lingering far too long, murmuring into your skin, “What do you think?”

In the heat of it all, you manage to choke out, “W-what?”

“Don’t you think,” he mutters, as strained as if he were about to snap any second. Losing his sanity with each word that comes out of his mouth. “That you’d make the best mama?”

“I mean- yes-”

And then his lips are on yours, shutting you up - bruising. Such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit as he drinks you in with an aching desperation. Toji breathes in your gasp as you feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your front.

“Fuck.” he hisses into your mouth. “Not enough, ma. Need you s’bad.”

The buttons hit the floor before you realize what’s happening. Toji’s fisting your shirt in one hand, too impatient - too starved - he pulls down, down, down. Ripping. Urgently moving down to your shorts- “Those are expensi-” you yelp.

But it’s useless - the tattered fabric hits the ground faster than your jaw as he groans out a quick, “I’ll buy ya a new one when we shop for baby clothes.”

Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, hands trailing up your thighs. He swiftly unclasps your bra, mouth dropping into a soft little oh! at the sight, immediately groping each and every inch of skin he could reach. Tweaking and rolling your swollen nipples on his fingers in wonder. “Oh, doll. These are gonna be s’full, huh? Wan’ taste how sweet you’ll be.”

“T-Toji hah-” you whine, as he takes one nipple in his mouth. Lips wrapped so prettily around your tit as he tugs lightly, sucking harshly like he was miraculously trying to draw milk out. Looking up at you so obscenely through his thick lashes. “Ngh- wan’ more.” you buck your hips, grinding against his thick cock.

And, well, how could Toji ever deny the mother of his children?

Because he immediately drops to his knees, biting down on the thin fabric of your soaked panties. Tugging with his teeth, “This what you want, ma?” he slurs. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he breathes in the scent of your dripping pussy, “Wan’ me to eat out your pretty lil’ cunt? Jus’ say the word.”

“Please, daddy.”

“Tha’s my girl.”

And then he’s pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds with his teeth. Flashing you a devilish grin at the sinful strings of slick that connect you to the flimsy fabric. Oh Toji had half the mind to tease you about how wet you were already, but no, he had no time to waste.

With a guttural, fucked-out little grunt, he’s surging forward, diving face first into your pretty pussy. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit, licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds.

“Oh hngh- please.” you mewl, as he buries himself deeper into your dripping cunt. Tongue bullying its way past your folds to lap at your slick, not stopping till he’s had his fill of your sweet juices. “M-more.”

Two large hands dip into your waist as he wraps his glossy lips around your pulsing clit to suck harshly, both keeping you still and supporting your weight as your knees weaken. Toji can’t have his pretty girl hurt herself right before he fills her up n’ gets her pregnant, right?

“Sure ya can handle more, ma?” Electricity runs up your spine as your boyfriend rolls his tongue across your clit just the way he knew you liked. “Y’should be thanking me for not jus’ stuffing you full of my cock like I want to right now.”

“Then hah- why don’t you?”

Toji pulls away ever-so-slightly, relishing in the delirious little whine of disappointment that leaves you. One that quickly turns into a surprised squeal as he spit a steady stream of spit into your quivering cunt, spreading it across your pussy with his thumb.

Sloppy - it was so fucking sloppy. He looked at you like you were his favorite meal and ate you out just as much.

Your juices decorating his lips like a badge of honor. Smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw. One which moves as he utters, “Can’t break the mother of my kids, doll.”

But oh how you’d beg to differ as he brings his face to your sloppy pussy once more, tongue darting out to catch the obscene little drip! drip! drip! of your slick. “Gon’ be the best fucking dad to all three of ‘em.”

“T-three?”

And with that, he’s squeezing his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Throwing your left leg over his sculpted shoulder to make out deeper with your cunt. You tug on his hair pathetically, impatiently. Cute little whines of his name leaving you each time he drips into your sloppy pussy, stretching you out, swiping at your clit, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over-

“Yeah, three.” he mutters into your folds, “Gon’ give me two more beautiful babies? Gon’ be so round n’ pretty with my kids?” Tongue curling deftly against that one spot he knew would have you keening and rocking your pretty cunt into his mouth.

“Ah- fuck fuck fuck- hngh- yes!” you moan, body jerking violently at the way he hit that spot over and over.

He huffs out a laugh, hungry gaze taking in that cute, desperate expression on your face. Toji just couldn’t help but tease you a little bit. “Use your words, ma.”

“H-huh?”

“Tell me what you want.”

You gasp out a pathetic little sob, “Want to so badly. Wan’ you to hah- fill me up hngh- W-wan’ cum-”

“So demanding.” he titters teasingly into your cunt, vibrations making you drag your pussy more erratically on his mean mouth. Now, Toji could tease you with his tongue for hours until you’re crying and begging for his cock. But right now, he doesn’t think he has any more patience nor sanity. “I love that.”

Toji knows by the way your pretty pussy clenches around his tongue that you’re close, pulse urgent on his face as he greedily laps at your cunt. So he speeds up his movements, drinking you in like a madman.

A hand snaking up to plunge knuckle-deep into your sloppy entrance. Pussy taking him so readily after being stretched out on his tongue. Your adorable, fucked-out little whines of his name going straight to his rock-hard dick as he fucks you with his fingers the way he wants to with his cock. Two fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb draws rapid little circles on your clit. Sinking his teeth gently into your swollen folds.

Bucking into his touch, “Hah! S’too much, daddy. Hngh, g-gonna cum ah! Gonna cum-”

“Then cum, doll.”

And you are - fast and violent.

Plushy walls clamping down on Toji’s fingers as if your fluttering cunt was trying to suck him up. Mind hazy and your only thoughts being about Toji and his tongue and Toji-

“Mmm taste s’sweet, love you on m’tongue.” he grunts, breathing you in and letting your juices slide down his throat. Lewd squelches in time with your cute lil’ whines as you ride out your orgasm on his pretty face. Tongue fucking you through your high.

“Had fun, ma?” Toji grins once you blink back your vision, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Dangerous little smile only growing at your barely-lucid nod.

Ah, but even the ever-confident Toji Fushiguro faltered as your shaky hands reached out to pet his achingly hard cock. Swollen and leaking a mouthwatering dark patch against his trousers.

“Wan’ your cock now, daddy.” you murmur, watching the way his darkened eyes widen ever-so-slightly, breath hitching. “Wan’ you to fill me up over n’ over like you promised.”

Oh you little minx, with all your dirty tricks - you were going to be the death of him.

With a dark little chuckle of disbelief, Toji rises to his full height. Lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss - tongue licking at the seam of your mouth and intertwining with yours. Forcing you to taste yourself on him. So sweet of sin and all his dreams of stuffing you till you were sure to have his kids - two of them, in fact.

“Anything y’want, doll.” he whispers into your lips.

And that’s all that is said before the clinking of a belt rings in the heady air. The realization that you were so naked and splayed out for him while he was still unfairly clothed finally hitting as Toji peels his shirt off. Your mouth waters at the chiseled front, hands immediately reaching to squeeze his large pecs. Running your hands along his body.

“Ah, fuck.” he shudders, “Y’never change, huh?”

Yet your greedy hands are momentarily stunned as he lets his pants fall to the floor with his boxers. Rock-hard cock springing up and hitting his stomach.

He was so painfully hard that it made your cunt quiver in anticipation. Red and throbbing, soaked in precum and glistening in the dim lighting. Twitching at the sound of your voice as you say “Want you to fucking ruin me, daddy.” you blink up at Toji, all doe-eyed and teary after your last orgasm.

And oh does that make him snap - maybe his sanity, maybe you by the end of this, because before you know it, Toji’s spreading your legs with his knee. Biting his bottom lip as your slick trails down your pretty cunt and onto your legs.

“What m’girl wants.” he grits out, dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head. “My girl- gets.”

You keen as Toji bullies his massive cock into your cunt on the last word. “Ngh- T-Toji.” you whine, vision flashing at the stretch. No matter how many times Toji stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You can take it.” Trying to steady your breathing as he fucks into you in quick, mindless little jabs to fit himself inside your snug pussy. “I’ll make sure of it, doll. How else m’gonna breed your pretty lil’ cunt?”

Your dripping cunt rubs so deliciously against his abs, slick mixing with his precum and smearing across both your bodies. Filthy, and exactly what you wanted right now.

“Shit, love when your pussy’s so messy. Now, legs.” he rasps, with a quick smack to your thighs. And that’s all that has to be said - your queue to wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, letting his strong arms lift you with ease. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper onto his cock, veins rubbing so deliciously against all the right spots. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat.

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck fuck fuck, m’so full.” you keen, heels digging into his hips.

Sliding down his cock far enough that his heavy balls meet your ass, already so wet with precum and slick. Ah, you were so full of him you almost felt like he was pushing against your lungs.

“Oh, yes.” Toji hisses, throwing his head back. “Fucking finally.” Finally he gets what he’s been aching for ever since those three gremlins stepped out the door. All the blood draining to his cock at the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he was the only one you could think of. Hey, he needed to get some attention before the baby arrives, right?

“Need this s’bad. Fuck.” he gasps. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, shallow, desperate little grinds of his hips. “Gonna fuck a baby into you, you little slut. Fill you up with my seed till you can’t take it anymore.”

Neat little crescents of his fingernails on your ass as his thrusts get longer, more purposeful. Twitching balls smacking against your skin in such a lewd rhythm, matching the cute little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. So deliciously painful.

“C’mon, ma.” Toji moans, hips out of control now. Taking in the way your head was thrown back, body bouncing each time he rammed his cock into your tight cunt. But oh how he wanted to see the fucked-out expression on your face. “Look at me.”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way Toji cradles your head to press his sweaty forehead against yours. Only looking up at him with delirious heart-eyes as he milked himself on your sloppy pussy.

“Shit feel s’perfect split-apart on my cock. Really made for me, huh?” he gasps into your mouth. “Need to cum in this pretty pussy. Need to fill you up- ah- need this need this- fuck.”

“Shit shit shit, Toji m’so close. I’m hngh-”

A hand hurriedly unwraps from your waist to draw rapid, desperate little patterns on your cunt. Not even circles anymore because shit Toji couldn’t think of anything aside from the way your pussy was milking him so good- And how he was gonna fuck a baby into you and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-

“-you’ll bake with ‘em. And I’ll tuck ‘em to bed.” the words tumble out of his lips and into your parted mouth. Pussy drunk and babbling, “N’ we’re both taking those three to the park and try not to lose ‘em.”

Dragging himself inside you till his weeping tip kisses your sloppy hole. Fingers on your clit becoming more and more frantic. Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by quick, harsh thrusts, “Then at night m’gonna steal you all to myself, and y’know what, ma?”

At this point you can do nothing more than just take it as Toji bounces you on his cock in midair, sobbing out a strained, “W-what, daddy?”

Toji leans impossibly closer, thumb catching on your swollen lips, breath fanning your face as he mutters, “Gonna fuck another baby into you. Fill you with my cum all over again, doll. Give it all to you.”

Now, you’ve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere and have you seeing stars. And this was no different - yet you see the pearly gates of heaven as you cream around his cock. “Ah! Hngh m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

He lets out a guttural groan as your nails rake his back, hips stuttering and sloppy now. Breathing out raggedly, “Yeah fuck jus’ like that use me like’ that- hngh squeezing me s’tight gonna cum. Gonna give my pretty baby my cum, fuck a baby into ya- oh-”

Body bowing into yours, teething latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Fingers digging and bruising on your hips, holding your filthy pussy to his cock as he cums with a strangled moan. Hard. almost painfully so.

White-hot pleasure behind his eyes, pumping thick, hot ropes to fill your snug cunt. Just animalistic movements from such a carnal part of himself as he fucked his seed deeper and deeper into you.

Not even thinking of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy. Toji’s cum dripping down your legs and onto his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-

“Hey, who said we’re done, doll?” Toji tuts mockingly, snapping you out of the haze. “Don’t pass out on me just yet.”

And you don’t even realize it before he’s manhandling you onto the nearby couch. Pulling out only admire his seed gushing out of you, so white and hot and his. Cock twitching to life at the pool of cum and slick slowly forming on the cushion below. Fuck that, you’ll need a bigger couch for five people anyway.

Ramming his throbbing cock into your poor, swollen pussy. Throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and bending down down down till your knees were at your tits.

Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before he’s fucking you again and again and maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lil’ cunt till Megumi gets home. Promises he fully intended to fulfill.

“Fuck. One more. G-gotta make sure it takes, ma.” he swears into your mouth. Voice jagged, and you almost couldn’t recognize it as your boyfriend’s. Barely even lucid, just mindless motions of his hips as he watched your slutty cunt suck him up so good. “Yeah, who’s cum is that, doll? Who’s that painting your pretty pussy white?”

Drinking in the sobbed out little, “Y-you, Toji! Ah- Hngh-” as he starts ravaging your swollen clit again. Toji’s balls squeeze so painfully as he fucked you like his personal sextoy. And your pussy was so heavenly around him that you were basically asking for him to go harder. Begging. Begging him to ruin you.

“Ah! Fuck I’m-” throat shot, you can’t even form a proper sentence before you’re seeing stars being your eyes. Walls milking Toji’s thick cock as you cum - almost painfully. Mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! tears streaking down your face.

Ones that Toji can’t help but lick off, salty on his tongue as he cums again. And again and again. Voice stuck in his throat, eyes widening, the veins popping out on his arms as he pulls your hips closer to his.

Hips burning now as he breeds you like some animal. Like he was ready to fill you up until he was shooting blanks and couldn’t anymore. Cum squelching out of your sloppy pussy and seeping into where you were joined. Ah, well, the couch was ruined - time for Plan B.

Which is why Toji found himself wrestling you onto the cool floor, cock still twitching inside you, spreading you for him on whatever flat surface he could find. Milking his cock so he can cum more than he has his whole life.

Both of you barely lucid at this point. He wasn’t even sure if he could cum again - but by God if he wasn’t going to try. He was drunk off of the feeling inside you, so warm and wet with him. So perfect to carry his child.

“Hngh- yes yes yes wan’ carry your child, daddy.” you whine. Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck at this point. The only thing he cared about now was the feeling of your sloppy lil’ pussy wrapped around him and whether Megumi would want a brother or a sister.

“Hm, yeah? Like the idea huh, you little slut. Fuck s’perfect f’me- ngh-”

Running on just the sting of your nails down his back and your legs pulling him impossibly closer. Barely even thrusting at this point, just frantic shallow, grinds to milk his swollen cock. Trying to fuck out something delicious. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

So good that Toji doesn’t even realize when he’s cumming again. Just faint little tingles before his cock is shooting thin, long wisps of cum, making you squeeze around him as he fills you up again and again.Your own orgasm just a small spike of euphoria before he starts moving inside you. Again.

Ah, he wonders, vision hazy at the edges - but still perfectly capturing the white gushing out of your ravaged cunt. Taking in the messy floor, and your even messier pussy. Where to next, huh? He hasn’t even fucked you in the kitchen yet.

“N-next?” you repeat, eyes widening as much as they possibly could through the exhaustion and the urge to pass out. And oh he said that out loud too? Whoops.

“Of course.” he pools the cum trickling out of you on two fingers, shoving them in your mouth. Making your head spine as you choke and gag around his thick fingers, pressing the back of your tongue. Only two things ringing in your mind, Toji’s unforgiving cock - raw and hot, dragging against your ravaged walls again and again - and the words that spill from his lips.

“Besides, we gotta practice for the fourth one, too, ma.”

A/N. Fully believe this man will fuck you till both of you pass out.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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₰ title: warm like rain

₰ pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

₰ wc: 2.5k

₰ warnings/notes: nsfw; mdni; smut to angst to fluff, minor injuries, blood, wound cleaning/dressing (yuuji), creampie, angst, fluff

₰ a/n: okay but what if yuuji isn’t always a soft, wholesome ray of sunshine? i mean, most of the time yeah, he is. but I feel like sometimes after a long day of fighting and killing curses he comes through the front door tired and sweaty with a lot of steam to blow off…

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You hear the door close and call out from your shared bedroom. “Yuuji, s’that you?”

“Yeah.”

You looked in the direction of his raspy voice, a might concerned. You could tell by the sound of it that he hadn’t had a great day.

Your boyfriend walked into the room looking worse for wear with a bloody lip, tousled hair, and a wild look in his eyes.

You sat up in bed wearing one of his shirts and a worried expression. “Oh shit, baby, what happened?”

He peeled his blood-stained shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso and his strong, broad shoulders. You were relieved to see that he only had a couple of minor cuts and scratches meaning most of the blood wasn’t his. Still, you’d never get used to seeing the man you loved coming home all beat up and covered in blood.

“Don’t wanna talk.” The pink-haired male stared at you while unbuckling his belt, his mouth open and the fire in his honey-brown eyes burning hotter than ever. You couldn’t help but smirk and waggle your eyebrows at him when his pants fell to the floor, giving you an eyeful of the familiar bulge in his cotton boxer briefs.

“Okay, I’m sure you wanna get a showe-“ You squeaked when Yuuji suddenly grabbed your ankles and yanked you across the bed. Your shirt slid up, exposing your little red panties. Yuuji licked his lips and squeezed his fist around his stiffening dick. His eyes scanned the length of your bare legs all the way up to the outline of your pussy lips.

He shook his head as he climbed on top of you, caging you between his arms and spreading your thighs open with his knee.

“Just wanna fuck,” he growled before crashing his lips down onto yours, his hungry tongue quickly invading your mouth.

You sighed with desire, dragging your fingertips from his hard chest down along the hills and valleys of his six-pack abs. “Take what you need, Yuuji.”

He nipped and kissed his way along your jaw, the tip of his nose tickling your ear. “I will,” he whispered.

You knew what was coming. Yuuji would get like this sometimes. There was never any warning, but one thing you knew for sure is that you were about to be ravaged by your man.

You gripped his biceps and hissed when he dipped down and grazed his teeth over your sensitive nipples, hardening in spite of his hot breath seeping into the fabric that covered them.

Yuuji’s shaky fingers dug into the meat of your thigh as he rocked his hips, desperate for the friction of your cunt against his clothed cock. His pre began to soak through his underwear, a wet spot forming where his dick tip was. Your core clenched around nothing, pussy seeking him out to suck him in, your need soaking through your panties.

Yuuji reached down, circling your clit with his thumb a few times before yanking your panties to the side so hard that the stitching in the material ripped.

“Yuu! Just take ‘em off!”

“No time,” he panted, shoving the waistband of his briefs down below his balls. His painfully hard cock slapped against the skin beneath his navel.

Yuuji was so ready he didn’t think he needed to guide his tip to your opening. But you were so slick from the mixture of your juices that the thick tip of his cock slid right up between your pussy lips and over your swelling clit, making you arch your back off the bed.

“Goddamnit,” Yuuji hissed, impatiently reaching between your bodies to grab his cock and guide it to your clenching hole.

“Wanna feel you inside me, Yuuji,” you whined, pressing your heels into his glutes.

Your loving boyfriend pushed his meaty cockhead against your opening and it slipped right in, filling you up with one long stroke of his hips. You cried out at the sudden, unforgiving stretch of his fat cock. Every vein rolled against your tight walls, pulling loud moans from both of you.

“M’sorry, beautiful. Need to fuck you so hard,” Yuuji groaned as he retreated only to push his full length into you again.

“S’okay, baby,” you said, gasping with every vigorous snap of his hips.

“I- ahhhfuck- I love you hmmmm so fucking much,” Yuuji huffed into the crook of your neck. He grabbed your ankles from his sides and put them on his hard shoulders as he raised up onto his knees. Still pounding into you, he leaned forward, forcing you into a mating press as his wet cock glided in and out of your swollen pussy.

He drilled into you hard and deep, his angry cockhead peeking into your cervix as his flexing thighs slapped against your ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck Yuuji…faster.”

His balls tightened, ready to release a hot load of his sperm. They clapped loudly against your wet taint in time with his frenetic thrusts. “Mmfuck. M’sorry baby. Gonna cum soon.”

You cupped his face in your hands to look into his soft brown eyes. “Cum for me, Yuuji. Wanna feel you unload inside me…”

His head dropped and his ass flexed as he slammed harder into you, both of your moans filling the room. His cock was always the biggest just before he came, stretching your tight cunt a little more. The drag of his dark pink tip against your sweet spot made your walls squeeze around him, sending him over the edge.

“Shit! Cumming!” He choked on a whimper as his hips stuttered and his cock spasmed, filling you with his white hot cream.

You carded your fingers behind his ears and into his shorter, dark brown hair. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest, rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

Yuuji pulled out, but instead of rolling onto the bed beside you he grabbed you and flipped you over onto your belly.

You giggled. “Yuuji, baby, what are you-“

With his hands hooked around your hips he jerked them upward, forcing your ass into the air.

“I’m not done.”

He rubbed his cock along your folds, smearing the cum that was still seeping from your pussy. You whimpered when he smacked his sticky tip against your hard, pink bud.

His cock had softened a little but that didn’t stop him from bullying it back inside you. He could already feel more blood rushing to it as the tip dragged along your soft, wet walls.

You began pushing back against him, spurring him on. “Fuck me, Yuuji,” you whined, your greedy cunt trying to suck him in deeper.

He winced at the overstimulation, but didn’t complain or argue. This was what he wanted after all. To fuck you until he exhausted himself so that he’d be able to get some sleep that night.

The sight of you underneath him, your beautiful face and body, your eyes and heart so full of love for him, knowing that you trusted him with your life…he wanted to tell you how much he loved everything about you. He wanted to open up to you and tell you all about his shitty day; how horrible he felt about the way things went down and how powerless he felt because he wasn’t able to do more. But there were only so many words and he didn’t think he was smart enough to find or even know all the right ones. So he channeled and expressed it all in the best way he knew how.

“Ohgodohfuck Yuuuuu, please don’t stop fucking me! Need to cum on your cock, baby.”

Yuuji didn’t miss a beat. He picked up his pace again, fucking his leaking semen back into your cunt. His hips slammed against you, the prominent ridge of his cockhead thumping against your sweet spot with every hard thrust. He reached between your trembling legs, finding your clit to vigorously rub tight circles over it.

He’d come to read how close you were by the intensity of your clenching walls. Feeling your pussy squeeze around him tighter and tighter brought him closer to his end as well.

Your gasps and moans had become more urgent as the searing coil spooled up low in your belly. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back in your head, the side of your face pressed against the mattress as your man fucked you right.

“Yu-u-ji-i…” Your words came out in broken, slurred syllables in time with his powerful thrusts. “Fe-el-s-so-g-ood ba-by.”

Yuuji grunted as he plowed into you exquisitely, his fingers working feverishly over your twitching bud. On his next thrust, you found yourself thrown off the precipice of what it means to have a body and into pure ecstasy. Your hands grabbed at whatever they could get a hold of…mostly clawing at Yuuji’s burning thighs.

Your spent body collapsed onto the bed, too weak to hold up against your boyfriend’s pounding. Yuuji just kept right on fucking you into the mattress.

“Oh shit, m’gonna nut again! Fuck baby!”

No sooner had he announced his second orgasm did the dam in his balls break again. “Feels so amazing when your pussy milks my dick like this,” Yuuji groaned, pumping his hips slow and shallow as he flooded your twitching cunt with more of his thick cum.

He leaned over you, pressing his palms against the bed on either side of you to catch himself from dropping his full weight onto you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over onto his side, taking you with him to spoon. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, kissing the back of your neck and the tops of your shoulders.

After some postcoital cuddling, Yuuji helped you strip the bed. He carried everything to the washer while you put clean sheets on.

Once the bed was fit for sleeping on again, both of you got ready to take a shower. Yuuji turned the shower head on and made sure the water temperature was just how you liked it. When you were ready, he held the door open for you to get in first, stopping you just long enough to kiss you and say he loves you with a weak, but genuine smile.

You were lathering his back, taking special care around his deeper wounds when his shoulders began to shake.

You were one of the few people to see Yuuji Itadori cry. He hated crying in front of others. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being vulnerable, it was because he couldn’t stand feeling like he was burdening anyone. He was the worrier - others weren’t supposed to worry about him.

But you’d told him so many times over the three years you’d been together that you didn’t worry about him. You cared for him and loved him, more than anything. But you believed in him and his strength, his will to survive and his ability to hold his own in a fight. You especially believed in his drive to make the world a better place and only hoped that your support was enough to hold him up in times like these.

You’d always thought he deserved so much more than everything you had to give. Those were the times he grinned from ear to ear, eyes sparkling, promising you that even just a drop of your love was his whole lifeline. You gave him more of a reason to live than he’d ever had before.

But sometimes being a sorcerer took too much of a toll on him. You’d never try to convince him to quit, first because your knuckleheaded boyfriend was too stubborn to do anything he didn’t have a mind to. Secondly because you knew how much it meant to him to save as many lives as possible. Today was one of the days he wasn’t able to save them all.

You stopped washing him and simply wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. His hands covered his face and you felt the ragged breath he drew into his lungs before the dam broke.

You helped him down to the tiled shower floor, blood-tinged water washing down the drain. Keeping his head in his hands, he pulled his knees to his chest, going into little space. You knelt next to him, stroked his arm, and whispered, “Do you need to be alone, love?” Without lifting his head, he shook it to indicate that he needed you to stay. You sat down next to him and let him lean into you as you wrapped your loving arms around him.

You held him like that, wordlessly. His whole body trembled against you, his tears mixing with the water that fell all around you like warm summer rain. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to cry with him. Your heart ached for him, knowing the weight that he shouldered. But your tears would have to wait. Yuuji trusted you implicitly, knowing it was safe for him to fall apart because you’d always be there to put the pieces of him back together. For now at least, you had to be strong for him.

Yuuji rested his back against the shower wall while you washed his hair and the rest of his body. You rinsed him and turned the shower off before grabbing his towel. He stood up, legs a little shaky, and rubbed his head with the towel before wrapping it around his waist.

You both dried off and you brought Yuuji a clean pair of shorts. He sat on the edge of the tub while you dressed some of his wounds, softly speaking a few words of affirmation.

You went back to bed together. You laid on your back while Yuuji nestled his body between your legs and rested his weary head on your chest. Your heartbeat had always soothed him.

He took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and looked up at you, resting his chin just below your breastbone. He pressed his lips to your knuckles. “I love you so much, (Y/n),” he rasped. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I’m sorry I’m so much trouble sometimes.”

“You’re no trouble, babe. Killing curses is a thankless job. Most people don’t even know you put your life on the line every day to keep them safe.” You ran your fingers through his damp hair. “Taking care of you when you come home like this is the least I can do.”

“Don’t know what I did to deserve a girl like you,” he said, rubbing tender circles into your palms with his thumbs.

“Well, I’m no Jennifer Lawrence, but hopefully I’ll do,” you said, winking at him.

He flashed his bright smile and laughed quietly. All was right with the world again. “Baby. You put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. She can’t hold a fucking candle to you.”

A few minutes later Yuuji was snoring softly, his head resting on your chest as you combed your fingers through his soft pink hair.

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sellenite · 6 months

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cherry blossoms 01 pairing: virgin!Choso x fem!reader contents: phone sex, mutual masturbation (f! and m!), JOI (m! receiving), Choso's first orgasm, praise kink (but in the softest way possible), friends to lovers, soft-smut word count: 1.9K MDNI | 18+

virgin!Choso who met you shortly after he met Yuji. He was wary of most people, but he thought your eyes were kind and pretty, and your voice was soothing and soft as you introduced yourself to him. He blushed when you asked him what his name was and he told you, still a little nervous. And then you smiled up at him, so sweet and bright, and told him yours and he swore it became his new favorite word.

virgin!Choso who started spending more time with you, because you made him feel safe. He was used to violence, used to being treated like a weapon by the people who had claimed to be his “allies.” But everything felt different with you. You helped teach him about the world, helped him to understand himself. You were patient and gentle, warm sunlight on the cold, barren existence that had been his life for so many years prior.

virgin!Choso who liked hearing you laugh more than anything. Sometimes he would make you laugh on accident, sometimes on purpose, but he didn’t really care either way. He liked watching the way your eyes creased at the corners, sometimes the tip of your nose. He liked when he made you laugh really hard too, when little tears would roll down your cheeks and the sounds of your giggles would be cut off by your panting. He made you laugh really hard today when he so innocently asked about something he had heard Yuji say to Megumi:

“Yuji was talking about something called ‘sloppy toppy’… Do you know where you get that from?”

You swore you were going to die of asphyxiation from the way your body convulsed and curled in on itself. Choso didn’t understand what was so funny, but he smiled as you wiped tears from your eyes.

virgin!Choso whose eyebrows knitted together intensely when you told him what “sloppy toppy” meant. He understood the basics of sex (as in he knew that it was how humans reproduced), but he had never experienced the desire for it or feelings of lust. But this new vocabulary word had introduced so many questions he had never considered before; how sex could just be for pleasure, how many different ways you could have it, what it felt like... The blush on your cheeks darkened as his questions turned more intimate, letting his genuine curiosity guide him.

“The first and most important thing about having sex is that you feel safe with the person you’re having it with,” you explained to him after a while of answering his questions.

“Safe like how I feel with you?” Choso asked you softly, looking into your eyes with his deep purple ones. You felt your breath catch in your throat, your cheeks blushing pink. You nodded softly, but gently changed the subject.

virgin!Choso who couldn’t help but go home that night and think about everything you had taught him. He thought of your pretty eyes as you explained everything to him in your soothing voice. He thought of the way your soft lips looked when you smiled or how they glistened when you wet them with your tongue. He laid in bed and felt an unfamiliar pressure in his pants, almost as if he was in pain. He shifted around, trying to get the feeling to go away but it felt like all he could focus on was his dick. He lifted up the waistband of his sweatpants to look at himself, seeing his cock resting stiffly against his stomach, swelling up as fluid leaked from the tip of it. He groaned low in his throat, suddenly wishing you were there with him in his room. He wanted you to be there to help him; to explain in your soft, sweet voice what was happening to him, why his cock was so hard and why it was dripping so much.

virgin!Choso who called you because he just couldn’t take it anymore and he didn’t know what to do.

“Choso? Everything okay?” You asked him in your sweet voice, slightly concerned because it was almost 1:00 AM at this point and he usually didn't call you this late.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he held the phone up to his ear with one hand, the other pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his throbbing cock. He groaned at the feeling of the fabric brushing against his sensitive balls as he shifted them down.

“It’s so hard right now and it keeps leaking… I don’t know what to do,” Choso’s deep voice whined over the phone.

“It’s-? Ohhh…” You felt your breath catch in your throat as his words sank in, sitting up in your bed as you heard his needy tone. You bit into your lip, feeling a steady ache between your thighs building at the sound of his voice alone. You took a deep breath as you collected yourself the best you could.

“Umm, well… Sometimes the best way to make it go away is to make yourself cum,” you explained softly, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal at the same time. Choso was your friend, and he was calling you so innocently about his problem, he probably didn’t even realize how erotic it was.

virgin!Choso who did in fact realize how erotic it was when hearing your soft voice on the other end of the line made his cock twitch.

“I don’t know how…” Choso groaned softly in response to your suggestion, watching the fluid leak from the tip of his aching cock and drip onto the bottom of his stomach.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the sound of his voice, simultaneously tensing your thighs together as your own need grew rapidly. You bit your lip as your next response bounced around in your head for a few moments before you answered.

“I could… Tell you how… If you want,” you offered softly, your voice like a sweet whisper in Choso’s ear. Choso nodded quickly as his hand gripped onto his phone a little harder.

“Please,” he said softly, and it took everything in your power to not moan at how hot his husky voice sounded when he was so desperate for you.

virgin!Choso whose phone was now on speaker as you guided him through how to touch himself. He wrapped his large palm around his girth, groaning in pleasure as you told him to use the leaky fluid from his tip to slide his hand down his length. He listened obediently, his breath shaky as he followed the rhythm of your voice, telling him to slide his hand down… up… down… up… down… up…

He couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your voice controlled his every movement, feeling his hips twitching, jerking up into his hand instinctively. The sounds were so erotic: his whimpers through the phone; the soft, wet sounds you could hear coming from the movement of his palm over his skin. You were trying so hard not to touch yourself, your thighs squeezing together impossibly tight as you bit into your lip to suppress the urge to moan back in response to his whiny breaths.

“Squeeze your fist a little tighter when you get to your tip, Choso… Does that feel good?” You asked him, your own breathing getting a little heavy from trying to remain composed.

“Yes… Yes… Feels so good,” Choso whimpered as he fisted his cock on the other end of the line. You let out a soft moan of your own. You didn’t even remember moving your pillow, but there it was, in between your legs as you humped your aching, panty-clad pussy into it.

virgin!Choso who heard your soft moan and he almost came on the spot, his breath stuttering as he heard your angelic voice sound so lewd.

“D-do that again… Please,” he begged softly, increasing the pace of his hand as his hips thrusted up into the tight grip of his fist. His head was tilted back into his pillow, eyes almost closed, his lids so heavy from pleasure. You could envision all of it now as your own eyes squeezed shut, grinding into your pillow a little harder so the seam of the casing rubbed against your swollen clit. You heard the wet sounds of his fist sliding up and down his shaft and you moaned a little louder as you rubbed your clit into the pillow.

Choso whimpered as he heard your moans through the phone. He could feel a coiling pleasure building in his lower body quickly now, every thrust into his fist making him feel even more desperate. The sounds he was making were breathy and frantic as he braced against the dizzying pressure of the newfound sensations. His body was acting on pure instinct, pushing himself rapidly towards an unknown edge.

He whimpered your name out and you knew he was close. Your own arousal only increased as you imagined it was him you were humping so desperately as he whined beneath you. Your fingers slipped into your panties, sliding into your soaking hole as you rocked against them, moaning loudly as you felt your own climax building.

“K-keep stroking your cock for me, Cho… Want you to cum nice and hard for me, okay?” Your voice was breathless and punctuated by your own soft moans as you heard Choso groaning and whimpering in agreement as he loudly fucked into his fist. His back arched as he thrusted his swollen cock up into his palm, wishing it were your hand, your mouth, or the space between your thighs that he now realized he was longing to see.

virgin!Choso who sobbed your name out as he came into his fist, fucking up into his hand as ropes of his warm cum shot out of his swollen cock and fell back onto his hand, his abdomen, his thighs... His balls were so heavy—his thick cock twitching with every spurt that released from his slit—and his hips jerked up as he painted his body with his seed. He whimpered as it kept coming, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he panted and moaned loudly. You could hear him whine louder from the other end of the phone, as you brought yourself closer and closer to your own climax.

“So good, Choso… You did so good,” you praised him breathlessly, your own body leaning forward as you moaned into the phone. You rolled your hips furiously into the pillow, bolstered by his desperate whimpers as you came around your fingers. You whined for him now too, riding out your own high as Choso’s breathing slowly returned to normal on the other side of the phone.

virgin!Choso who broke the silence first.

“Did you… Did you cum too?” He asked breathlessly, plump lips parted slightly as he stared up at his ceiling, eyes still half-lidded as he came down from the high of his first orgasm.

You swallowed as your body relaxed into your bed, pillow still trapped between your thighs.

“Um yeah, I did,” you laughed a little nervously. The reality of what just occurred between the two of you was sinking in now that you both had climaxed. There was some silence on both ends as you both breathed heavily.

“Good,” Choso said softly, smiling up at his ceiling. “Maybe next time… We could do it together?”

virgin!Choso who would not be a virgin for much longer after that night!

PSA: thank you so much for reading <3

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ravenslvt · 2 months

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☆ ryomen sukuna x f!reader ☆

cw: college au! smut! rough! degration! drabble

first thing you thought when you saw this man:

‘oh. i wanna fuck him.’

the way he acted like he absolutely hated you, always hiding a smirk when he caught you staring at him. his arms, his face, his muscles, his fucking tattoos.

“jesus. stop staring at him like that.” megumi would groan at the sight of you oogling the man. you’d blink up at him. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

your mind went crazy at night thinking about him. picturing him relentlessly pounding into you until you’re crying. a strong hand around your little throat.

don’t get started on his voice. the way he’d casually degrade you made your legs quiver.

“what the fuck are you looking at?”

the way you’d go over to him and yuji’s shared apartment just to hear him go “why the fuck is this bitch here?”

oh you loved it. and he knew it too.

that’s why when you stayed on yuji’s couch after a night of drinking, you casually thumbed at your phone, sending drunken misspelled texts to your friends.

‘hed so ficking hot giys’

‘seroudly i bet his duck is huuuuge’

your insistent typing got interrupted by a sudden groan behind you.

“why the fuck are you here?” sukuna stood behind the couch, looking over your shoulder. you quickly shut your phone off, turning to him.

your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight of his shirtless chest.

you hadn’t even changed out of your bar clothes yet, still in a short little skirt and a low cut top. you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your attire.

“dressed like a slut too. are you begging to be fucked or something?” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. your cheeks heat, looking away from him.

“no… just didn’t bring extra clothes” your thighs clench together to calm the heat from down there.

he hums, walking to the fridge for some water.

“and i’m not a slut!” you work up the courage stand, to practically yell at him, despite how weak your voice sounded. this makes him turn around.

“really? you sure look the part.” he chuckles.

“fuck you.” you spit out at him, making him smirk.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he quirks his head, eyes raking over your now standing form. the way your skirt hiked up just above your thighs.

okay, you were fucked.

“fuck! s’too much.” you mewl into the cushion of the couch, sukuna’s big veiny cock pounding into your tight little cunt. his hands gripping tightly at your hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a loud clap at every thrust.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he laughs at your cries, his tip kissing your cervix every time he enters you, fucking you from behind.

he leans closer to your ear, his consistent deep trusts along with your moans were the only thing that filled the silence of the living room.

“runnin’ that fucking mouth and can’t even take dick.” he growls, grabbing your wrists and pulling you back to bring your bare back against his chest. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting, all while he still had his full stamina, fucking into you ruthlessly.

you were embarrassed by the sheer wetness of your cunt, how the squelching noises proved how insanely bad you wanted him.

you whine when he lets go of your wrists, bringing his free hand to your throat, pressing you against him. using his other arm to wrap around your middle to hold you in place while he pumps into you.

“s’kuna!” you cry out, tits bouncing with every thrust. it was borderline painful the pace he was fucking you, but you loved it. you craved it. you spent countless nights fucking your little fingers imagining it was him.

“your pussy’s suckin’ me in like a fuckin' slut. thought you said you weren’t one? guess you’re a liar too.” he chuckles, hand tightening around your neck, partially cutting off your airflow. your hands go to reach behind you to tug at his hair, but he stops you.

“don’t fucking touch me.” he seethes, your cunt uncontrollably squeezing around him from the degration, making him groan and roll his head back.

“fuckk, you like that don’t you? so pathetic. suckin’ me in so well, though.” he grunts out between each thrust. you were so close, and he could sense it.

“g’nna cum.” you whine, hands gripping the edge of the couch.

“no, you’re fucking not.” he lets go of you, your upper body falling back onto the cushion below. you let out an exasperated scream when he suddenly pulls out of you completely. you crane your head back as far as you could to look back at him. he just has a smug ass smirk on his face.

“want you to beg for it.”

your mouth falls agape for a moment, but immediately closes.

“p-please, wanna cum so bad!” you try grinding back into him, but he holds you steady.

“surely you can do better than that, baby” his hand comes down to place a firm smack on your ass, making your eyes squint closed for a moment. you huff, pouting up at him.

“need your cock so badly, sukuna! p-please let me cum i need it!” you pathetically plead. you could feel the way you clenched around absolutely nothing, missing the presence of him inside of you.

“that’s more like it.” he quickly presses the fat head of his cock to your entrance, slowly easing in, stretching you out all over again.

“my own personal slut" he groans, feeling you clench around him.

his pace is even more brutal than before, his dick easily finding your sweet spot and hitting it over and over until you were practically drooling on the couch. his eyes glued to where you two meet, a ring of white around his cock.

your nails dig into the cushions below you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. you were probably tearing the poor fabric apart at this point.

his fingers grip at your hips, pushing you up and down his cock. you were sure he was holding you so tight there will be bruises the next day.

suddenly his pace gets faster and sloppier, his cock pulsing inside of you. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, feeling blood bloom from where your teeth meet your lip.

“gonna let me cum inside? be my little fuck toy i can do anything i please with?” he pants out, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“yes! yes, please do! o-oh my god!” your vision goes hazy as you cum around him, milking his cock fully as he follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your weeping cunt.

you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second.

you collapse on your shaky arms, trying to move away from his unending thrusts. he pulls you back with a growl.

“the fuck are you going? we’re not done.” he starts back up again.

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daisynik7 · 2 months

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Rub You the Right Way

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one you’re curious to see for yourself.

Author’s Notes: First Choso fic! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Consider this my unofficial return from hiatus. Enjoy! Divider by the wonderful and super talented @/cafekitsune!

part 7 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop that’s been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesn’t pay you enough to work overtime.

You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. He’s your next-door neighbor’s younger brother who visits from time-to-time. “Hi Yuji!” you beam at him.

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

“Are you picking up your brother’s packages?” It’s a well-known fact by now that Choso isn’t fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesn’t bother you though; he’s a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, he’ll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days you’re working overtime, he’ll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure you’re not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, you’ve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how you’re going to carry it to your room in one trip. There’s no space in any of the bags and you’re almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you don’t). “Need help?” Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.

“Thank you so much!”

As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. “I’m sorry, I hope there isn’t anything fragile in there.” He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment.

It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. “Thank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where you’ll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you don’t have to worry about it the next morning.

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside.

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Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yuji’s favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. “I don’t remember ordering that much stuff,” he grumbles, standing up to help him.

“Most of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.” Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. It’s essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, it’s a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. He’s been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, he’s going to give it a proper test run until he’s a puddle in the sheets.

It’s been a while since Choso’s been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so it’s better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job that’s fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, it’s easy for him to remain a recluse, and he’s perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, he’s managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while he’s aware that it’s not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him.

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though he’s certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesn’t leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes it’s you he runs into. He often worries that one day, you’ll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasn’t happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe.

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

Before Choso can inquire any further, there’s a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, he’s eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.

At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that he’s leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. “I’ll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,” he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. There’s always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But it’s easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. It’s better this way…isn’t it?

Choso muses on his brother’s parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking it’s a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely.

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck.

~~~

It’s near midnight when you’re ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think it’s best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. It’s surprising how neatly it’s wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless.

Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.

Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print “The Cock Stroker 3000 – New and Improved!”. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Choso’s name, not yours. If you weren’t so stunned by this unexpected discovery, you’d be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, you’re gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next.

“Fuck!”

An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. That’s the loudest you’ve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. There’s no way the two of you can pretend this isn’t happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you don’t, not one bit. It’s perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, it’s healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his load…

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. There’s the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it.

It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. “You must think I’m disgusting.”

You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. “I don’t, not even the slightest. It’s okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him.

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words aren’t enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole you’re digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand.

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

“One button is all I need,” you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. “Sure, it’s small, but that’s what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!”

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.” It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering.

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

“3000,” he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. “I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s the best on the market right now.” He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. “Maybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.”

You never expected this from him, but that’s what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. “Fine,” you agree, stepping towards him. “But only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.”

~~~

Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants.

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, he’s back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows.

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything and –

“Hey.” It’s only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” he admits. “I’m nervous.” A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if he’s bad? What if you don’t like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more?

“We’ll go slow then,” you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that it’s worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. He’d be lying if he said he’s never imagined it before. How you’d sound whimpering from his touch. How you’d feel between his massive hands. How you’d look with his cock filling you up to the brim.

He can’t stand it anymore. He’s aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. “Oh fuck, Choso. You’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating.

“Fuck,” you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you.

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for what’s to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, you’re coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Choso’s voice is so faint, you don’t understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly.

More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as he’s lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You don’t take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, you’re practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue.

You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. “Your turn.”

Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that you’re salivating for a taste.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer.

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. He’s coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, “Fuck!”

It’s so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real.

He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. “Come for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.”

At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until he’s milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you.

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sugurufic · 2 months

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Nanami-Sensei (Nanami X F!Reader)

Summary: Your husband isn't that much of a grump, it seems. Especially when it comes to his favourite people; you and your "children".

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: reader is very motherly and is mentioned to be sunshine-y, other than that it's just fluff

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“Nanamin!” Yuji’s voice rang out in the empty classroom, bringing a smile to your face. Your husband let out an exhausted sigh, but the little smile on his face told you otherwise. Yuji was Haibara with pink hair, his sunny personality almost contagious. You figured your husband has a type of people he lets close - and it's most definitely the sunshine people, like yourself.

“What is it, Itadori-kun?” Kento asks in his deadpan.

“I saw these in the market and thought you might like them!” the pink haired boy said, holding up a small paper bag. “I bought some for you too, Nanami-san,”

“Thank you, Yuji,” You say, scooting over on the bench. “Why don’t you sit with us for a while?”

The boy’s eyes sparkle with delight as he accepts your offer, sitting beside you with his hands on the desk. Nanami’s brow is relaxed, and you know he enjoys spending time with Yuji as much as you do. “Nanami-san, won’t you open this?”

The bag smelled amazing, and the little box had some of your favourite doughnuts. You gave one to your husband, one to Yuji and took one for yourself. “How did you know I liked them?” you ask, a bright smile on your face.

Yuji swallows his bite quickly, then says, “Nanamin mentioned it yesterday when we were taking a break after exorcising a curse. We stopped by this shop to get doughnuts,” Yuji says, making Nanami look down quickly.

“Well, why don’t you come home with us?” You offer. “I’ll make us some spicy ramen. Then we can have the rest of the doughnuts for dessert.”

“We can pick some mochi up on our way home too,” Nanami says.

Yuji’s eyes sparkle, he is so full of life - your heart cries out for him - why did fate choose him to be Sukuna’s vessel? Why couldn’t he have been a normal child? You decide not to dwell on these questions, putting your best smile instead, hugging the young boy from his shoulders. He couldn’t yet spend time with his friends, and you wanted to keep his cheerful self for as long as he can. “Don’t think about it too much, Yuji.” You said. “We can watch a movie together.”

“Human Earthworm 4?” He says in a soft voice.

“Itadori-kun, it’s time for you to watch something else,” Nanami sighs.

“We can pick the movie later,” you intervene. “What do you say, Yuji? It will be a nice break for you to leave Jujutsu Tech for a bit,”

“Gojo-Sensei -” Yuji starts.

“He won’t say anything,” You assure him.

“Okay, Nanami-san!” He says, the bright smile returning to his face. “I’ll go see Gojo-Sensei once, then we can go!”

Yuji runs at an alarming speed, leaving you with a chuckle. “Isn’t he a lovely child?” you murmur to your husband.

“Indeed,” He says with a sigh, caressing your hand with his thumb. “He might be your son with how much energy and joy he has,”

“Well, he wouldn’t be just my son then.” You say with a coy smile. “And I think, that you might just have a type of favourite people,”

“People who are similar to you, my love,” He agrees. “But you will always be my favourite of them all.”

“I better be,” you giggle. “I am your wife, after all.”

It is adorable the way your husband has taken the child under his wing, acting as his mentor and protector - it makes you wonder how he would be with your own kids, loving and protecting them from the world. It makes you long for a normal life, where you could raise your kids without the permanent threat over them. The world you belong to is too dangerous for children.

“Nanamin! Nanami-san!” Yuji’s cheerful voice is back again, saving you from the dark thoughts forming in your head. He has a bright smile on his face and a backpack with him, ready to leave. “I’m ready!”

“Let’s go then,” You get up from your place, and wrap one hand around your husband’s hand and the other one hold’s Yuji’s arm. “A warm dinner is waiting for us back home,”

Nanami settles, with a sigh as Yuji begins to play Human Earthworm 4 on the television, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed between the two of you. You cannot help but think of Yuji as your child, even though you are too young to be his parents. He’s wonderful company to have around - helping you lift up your spirits with his contagious laugh and in general helping you in the kitchen as your husband took the laundry. Yuji is so animated, excitedly filling you in with the previous parts of the movie, doughnut box on his lap.

Hidden from Yuji’s eyes, Nanami has a rare, charming smile on his face as he watches the two suns of his life get close to each other. How you tousle the boy’s pink hair as if he’s your younger self, indulging in his gossip about everyone from school, about how his Gojo-Sensei has been teaching him, about how he misses Megumi and Nobora and wishes he can talk to them again.

Your eyes meet his behind Yuji, and you share a smile, a smile reserved for you two only. Yuji stills for a bit as the movie progresses and you take that time to set up the guest room for him - comforters, pillows, and toiletries. You know that inviting Sukuna’s vessel over to your home is dangerous, and you wonder why the King of Curses had to pick this sunshine in human-form of a child as his vessel.

“Nanami-san,” Yuji whispers, tiptoeing into the guest room. “Nanamin has fallen asleep,”

“Oh?” You say with a grin. “I told him he should take a nap, but my husband just never listens. Come on, let’s get him a blanket.”

“Don’t you want to wake him up?” Yuji asks, confused. Wouldn’t it be better if he got into bed to sleep?

“He didn’t sleep last night,” You admit, fetching an extra blanket from the guest room’s closet. “He got up early to see you,”

Yuji’s face turns as pink as his hair, beginning to apologise, but you stop him. “My husband cares deeply for you, Yuji. Even though he doesn’t show it.” You say. “And I absolutely stand with him on the matter.”

“Nanami-san,” Yuji bows deeply in front of you, muttering words of gratitude and thanks and apologies for being a bother.

“Yuji, you’re just a child,” You say. “Don’t bother yourself with these worries. Now, let’s get a blanket for your Nanamin before he wakes up from the chill.”

You tuck your husband in on the sofa for the night, kissing his forehead before getting ready for bed. You’re in the kitchen getting some water when Yuji follows you too, sitting on the counter.

“Nanami-san, how did you and Nanamin meet?” He quietly asks, a rare moment of stillness from him.

“Oh, we met at Jujutsu Tech,” you say. “I made friends with Kento’s friend, and then we hung out together…” You are lost in thought of your youth, with Yu, Kento and your senpais. Suddenly, it’s Haibara Yu in front of you, telling you how he loves to eat, and would love a woman who loves to eat. You’re with Kento, comforting him after Haibara’s death, hugging him close as he cries on your shoulder. You’re with Shoko as she is told of Geto’s defection, and how he killed 112 villagers, including his parents. You’re the one Gojo reaches out to when Tsumiki gets her first period, panicking because he doesn’t know what to do as Megumi freaks out.

Then you’re back with Kento, as he tells you he is leaving the Jujutsu sorcery, because he cannot take it anymore. You’re right there with him, applying for a job in the corporate world because you fear if you stay a sorcerer too long, you might join Geto. No wonder they couldn’t catch him for years - you had helped him hide. No matter how much Kento believed in protecting the youth, protecting the defenceless, he couldn’t hate Geto, because he understood.

You are brought back to the present, at the sound of Yuji calling your name, and smile at him. “I was new there, and Haibara made friends with me,” You continue. “He wasn’t too different from you, so full of life. He was friends with Kento, and I started being friends with him too. Gojo would always pick on him for being an introvert, and I'd always tease him too. Then we joined corporate, and got even closer… and well, here we are.”

“Did Nanamin ask you out?” He asks, excitement returning to his eyes again.

“He did,” you say, recalling the big bouquet you had at your desk on a random Tuesday morning, signed by Kento. “He had to be thrown a lot of signs before he realised that I like him too.”

“He seems so closed off,” Yuji notes.

“He takes time to understand,” you admit. “All that toughness but he is a softie,” getting too lost in your thoughts, you decide it’s time to make some calming tea. You set the water to boil while Yuji brings out two cups while you mix up your tea and some herbs with a sugar cube.

“What do you love the most about him, Nanami-san?” Yuji asks.

You pour out the tea into the cups, taking a long sip before answering, “His heart,” you cannot help but smile at the thought of your husband. “He’s so kind, so patient. He’s just so… I love him,” you say with a delighted sigh. “He’s perfect,”

“I wish I can be like Nanamin,” Yuji says.

“You already are a great young man,” You are quick to reassure him. “Don’t change too much, Yuji.”

There’s a quiet knock on the door, and you quickly shift into high alert mode. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer came with his problems - namely enemies showing up unannounced. You reach for your cursed tool as you get to the door, looking at the door camera, relaxing and then panicking on seeing Ino Takuma. You quickly open the door with minimal noise and signal your finger to your mouth.

You give him a once over to see if he is injured, worry laced over your face. Once sure that he seems okay, you escort him back into the kitchen, locking the door after him. Ino smiles seeing a sleeping Nanami, his grin only widening on seeing Yuji. “Itadori,” he greets in a whisper.

“Yo! Ino-senpai,” Yuji 's eyes widened, his boy-ish face making your heart ache with love for him. He’s just a boy, thrust into the middle of everything.

You set the kettle to the stove again, as Ino helps himself to some cookies from the shelf. Now with a hot cup of tea in each pair of hands, you tiptoe to the guest room, careful to not disturb your husband’s slumber. Heavens know that he deserves it.

“Takuma-chan, what brings you here tonight?” You ask, sitting on the only chair in the room while Ino and Yuji sit on the bed.

“I was fighting a curse, it seemed a bit stronger than grade 2.” He says. “It was close by. I didn’t have the strength to return home and stopped by.”

Yuji’s curious eyes fly between the two of you, wondering if he will ever feel free enough to show up uninvited. “Takuma was Kento’s first student,” you tell a confused Yuji. “He was there when my boyfriend turned to my fiancé.”

Your mind flies back to a happier time, about three years ago when Kento and you had planned a date to a fancy place but you two dragged Ino with you, he’d just successfully completed his solo first mission and you wanted to celebrate. But the restaurant didn’t know that - and hence you got a surprise pastry with a ring box on it, with your first ever child witnessing your pure joy.

“Nanami was not very delighted by me being there,” Ino notes.

“Tch, Takuma-chan I thought you knew him better,” You pout.

“He always acts like a grump,” Ino says, making you and Yuji chuckle.

Your first child with your latest, you think, smiling at the two of them. Your husband does have a specific type for people who he lets get close to him - people like you - who are insufferable sunshine, pushing into his grumpy space with your bright smiles and twinkling eyes that he can't help but want to protect.

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megsbunnysstuff · 4 months

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“LITTLE PUP” / choso x fem!reader x perv!yuji

summary: choso is your boyfriend, with whom you spend your nights with. what will happen when his younger brother finally decides to take a peek?

warnings: 18+, smut with no plot, perv!yuji, multiple orgasms, fingering (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), 3some, obsession, dubcon, choking, degradation (use of whore, slut), use of pet names (baby, pup)

note: yuji is aged up in this fic!! / english is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes.

words: 2K

this is my first work here, so enjoy!! hopefully there will be more to come <3

Yuji couldn’t get his eyes off of you the moment his brother introduced you as his new girlfriend. He has never been attracted to anyone as hard as he was to you. Just the way you talk, smile and walk was enough to get him blushing and trying to hard his growing bulge under a pillow.

You and Choso have been dating for couple of months now and after you started visiting their apartment more often, Yuji has never been more happy to stay at home rather than going out with his friends. He loved to stay in his bed behind a thin wall, listening to your whimpers and moans, trying so hard to be quiet as Choso has been pounding into you ruthlessly every time you stayed over.

Yuji would always stroke his dick with closed eyes, imagining it was your hand on his shaft. You sounded so beautiful to him, so needy and horny. If only he could have his turn with you…

Choso always shared his toys with him when they were younger, why can’t he do the same with this one?

The pink haired boy pulled up his grey sweatpants and got up from his bed, quietly exiting the room. Your moans were even louder in the corridor and he was trying so hard not to finish in his pants right this second.

Yuji made his way to the other door, which to his surprise, was slightly opened. He took a peek into his older brother’s room and there you were. Laying face down on the bed with your ass up on full display. Choso had his one hand on your head, pushing it harder into the pillows, while the other one held your waist so you wouldn’t collapse. He was drilling into you from behind and the sound of his balls slapping into your pussy filled the room. Your tits were bouncing due to his speed. Itadori lowered his pants a little and started stroking his dick while his eyes were glued to the beautiful scenery before him. He was so hard and needy right now. Needy for you and your beautiful body. His hand movements mirrored Choso’s and an unexpected moan exited his mouth. He quickly hid behind a wall hoping that none of you heard it, but Choso suddenly stopped and pulled out of you. You whined in protest at the unexpected emptiness.

“You better stop peeking bro” he shouted towards the door and Yuji’s heartbeat sped up. “Get back here you coward” Itadori slowly stepped into the room and he couldn’t help but look your way and got disappointed, that you were trying to cover your pretty naked body with everything you could think of.

“M’ sorry” he whispered while pulling up his pants “She just sounded so pretty, I- I just-“ he uttered.

“Bet you’re jealous huh?” Choso laughed at him “Come on then. She would come any second and you ruined it so you gotta make it up to her” he smirked and turned back to you “Get up”

“What?” you said, clearly not understanding what the hell is happening. Your boyfriend quickly walked up to the bed and sat himself by the headboard, legs on both side of the mattress. He pulled you close, so your back touched his bare chest. Yuji stood in the same spot as before, still mesmerized by the view.

“Don’t be shy baby” Choso whispered in your ear, which sent sparks across your spine. He touched your knees with his hands and quickly spread your legs apart, your pussy now full on display for the younger boy.

It was so wrong, so dirty. You blushed hard and tried to close your legs, but Choso’s grip only tightened around your tights. You couldn’t help but get turned on by the plot twist. You might be embarrassed, but your pussy has never been so wet as it is right now.

“Yuji, sit on the other side of the bed” he instructed and Itadori quickly followed. He sat down with watery mouth, taking his time at scanning your beautiful body “Touch her”

“You- you’re sure?” He asked, thinking that this is a joke, or maybe he really won the jackpot this evening?

“This one won’t mind. Trust me, she is quite a slut, right baby?” Choso brought one hand up and caressed your neck “Answer me” he demanded, choking you a little.

“Yes..” you whimpered “Touch me, pleasee” you moaned, arching your back. Yuji’s hands immediately went to your breasts, groping and squeezing them. You bit your lower lip and clenched on nothing. His touch felt so good.

“God damn…” Itadori whimpered and lowered his head to your chest. His warm breath made you melt into Choso’s chest. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your back. Yuji suddenly took one of your nipples into his teeth and bit it a little. He started kissing and licking it all the way, while the other one was still in between his fingers.

“Such a good little pup” your boyfriend whispered into your ear and started kissing the side of your neck “So whiny, so needy” you barely registered his words due to being so pleased with their work. Choso bit the lobe of your ear while Itadori worked his way with your tits. He suddenly stopped and started kissing his way down your stomach. You felt so good and your pussy was getting more wet with each second.

“Yuji!” you gasped as his lips fell on your clit, sucking it gently “Oh my- m’ so good”

“Fuck” he groaned as you dug your fingers into his pink hair, pulling his head further into your pussy. He was so drunk by your scent and taste. How did I got so lucky? He thought to himself while licking your clit.

Itadori looked up and saw you holding onto your life and that gave him the confidence, that he needed. He swiftly inserted a finger into your pussy, which resulted in a loud moan from your mouth. Choso chuckled a little - he knew you would enjoy this.

“I need more, please…” you begged, feeling the orgasm building up. Yuji wasted no time and added two fingers, quickly pounding into you while his lips were still on your clit.

“She likes when you are sloppy while eating her out” Your boyfriend said, lowering himself on the bed “If you speed it up a little she even might squirt on you” he chuckled, clearly enjoying the show before him. Yuji did as he was told and started working on you faster, kissing your pussy up and down. It was over for you the moment he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. The orgasm hit you so hard, that you rolled your eyes and your mind went blank. Itadori licked your pussy clean while devouring the taste of your cum.

You calmed a little and looked down to see Yuji licking his fingers of your juices, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Told you bro, she’s a keeper” Choso spoke, his hand caressing your swollen breasts “Thank him baby. He got you good” he said into your ear.

“T-thank you” you whispered with shaky voice while looking at Yuji. He was sweaty and blushed and his cock twitched in his pants at the sound of your desperate voice. You looked at his sweatpants, they were a little wet from the precum.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe you deserve the next round, hmm?” Choso stood up and got off the bed. Without him as a support, you collapsed flat onto the mattress and your hand went to your overstimulated pussy. “What do you say bro? Wanna see how tight she can get?” He smirked and looked at his brother. Yuji immediately nodded and took off his pants, no boxers in sight. His dick wasn’t as big in inches as Choso’s but was definitely wider, which made your mouth dry. He was so veiny and hard and you just couldn’t wait to have him in you.

Itadori took his cock in his hand and guided the tip to your pussy, collecting all the juices he could get to use as a lube. You moved your hips further, inviting him in, but instead of slamming into you, he gripped your upper thighs and looked down at you, eyes darker than before. “Beg for it” he demanded, tightening the grip.

“W-what?” You stuttered, visibly confused.

“He said, that you’re a slut, it’s clearly true. So if you want me to fuck you, you have to beg for it” you could say that he was serious.

“Please…” you said softly while trying to get up on your elbows “I need you in me” tears started filling up in the corner of your eyes. You licked your fingers and guided them into your pussy, spreading the lips apart “Yuji, I’m begging you… p-please, fill me up” you cried out.

“Pathetic” Choso commented and got closer to the bed. He was stroking his dick with a half smile on his lips “Such a pathetic little whore, begging for my brother’s cock like that” your pussy clenched on his words and you let out a soft whimper “I think I need to put this face to a better use” he suddenly gripped your jaw forcing you to open your mouth. He spit in it and shoved his dick right into. Yuji followed right after him, slamming into your pussy without a warning. You choked on your boyfriend’s dick and arched your back. They both were ruthless with you, quickly thrusting in and out of you, not giving you a second to adjust. Their rough movements only made you more horny.

Itadori had to focus if he didn’t want to cum right after you clenched on him the first time. Your warm walls felt incredible to him and your gagged moans were sending him into heavens.

Choso wrapped his hand around your throat, feeling himself through the bulge. You could feel him twitching, knowing that he will come soon and that made you roll your eyes.

Not a long after, he pushed himself deeper and came right in your mouth. “Fucking hell” he moaned as you started swallowing every drop that he gave you. You were still gagged and your own orgasm started building up again, same as Yuji’s. He increased his speed even more, but his thrusts became more sloppy. Itadori started massaging your clit with his thumb and you shut down, coming harder than you have before. You were so overstimulated, that you went limp under their touch. Yuji came a little after you, filling you up with so much cum, that it spilled out of your pussy and slid down to your ass. They both pulled out their dicks out of you at the same time and you collapsed on the bed again.

“Such a good little puppy” you registered someone talking to you, but weren’t able to recall who it was. You were fucked dumb and couldn’t focus on anything “I’m gonna go clean her up and you better get the fuck out of my room”

Fuck, this was good.

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